one of my truest passions is fire. i love every single thing about it. and try somewhat to respect it. i breath it, i twirl it, i spin a web of it around me engulfing my body in spinning sparks i change its color and pray it never changes mine. when under control by the mystical herb i am induced with only my primal instincts and dance close to my love. second to this is the beauty of bubbles. in front of my high school i would make gigantic bubbles from rope and dish soap and would watch how the bubbles showed me how this unseen moving wind that is surrounding us in waves that we cannot c taking great drags and blowing smoke filled bubbles watching them move and land releasing the relaxing smoke that was once in by lungs, looking like a crystal ball slowly smashing the ground and letting its mist be free