wicked or weakness –
you gotta see this.
All the boys and girls and little old Pokémon are enchanted by the way the fire moves with him, as if they are one. He is the flame, and the flame is him. Completely inseparable. The fire in his soul rages; he lets it out through spins and twirls and the slightest hint of danger.
Danger – that is the truly exhilarating thing. How their eyes widen and sparkle at an ember that gets a little too close to his face, so close that he feels the heat (the excitement) on his tongue. How thrilling, as they voice their oohs and aahs at the fire dance before them, at the boy that plays with such a volatile element.
But they do not realize that the fire is in his control. He is the manipulator of the flames, the master of the flares. There is no need to be scared of what he has conquered. He envelops in it all, burns and becomes anew.
Black orbs stare into the orange and red.
He is much more than a fire dancer.
He is a fire god.
why be humble about it?
the italicized opening comes from kendrick lamar's "humble".