By: Wrath-kun
Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderfulness that is Avatar.
A/N: This was originally titled 'The page that doesn't count' for my creative writing class. I wrote this, like, a year ago and some of my friends seemed to like it, so I'll finally grow a back bone and post it.
Why does all the stuff I write sound so EMO!?
I hate fire.
I may not be very smart, but that's one thing I'm sure of.
Its not completely there, it's not SOLID. You can't hold onto it to make sure it's REAL.
It burns you when you touch it, and it leaves you cold when it's not there.
It can bring light and warmth, but only from a distance.
It has power, it can destroy, but it's fragile in its own way and can be taken out just as easily as it burns.
It's a weapon, a life source, almost the embodiment of yin and yang.
It can create light, but it also makes smoke which blocks out the light.
It's always both, never holding onto one definition, never simple, never easy for me to try and understand.
I'm cold now that the fire's gone.
I hate fire.
I hate him.