Sitting around an
open flame,
feeding it,
laughing,
catching up.

Some drink,
some smoke.
We all eat when the pizza came.
We all watch the coals,
and sparks.

We talk about
necrodancing,
destiny,
and gender, ***,
and sexuality.

People are growing up;
so am I.
I love it,
and each of them dearly;
It's always sad to finally drown the pit.

I hope, no matter what happens in each of our lives, and no matter the weather, when the skies clear again, and we can all find time in our busy lives, the fire will never be truely out.