"if you are born into a burning house, you are often led to believe the whole world is on fire, even though it's not."

these lines have been engraved into my mind these last few years that i've sat in this house; engulfed in flames. the only problem is, i do strongly believe the whole world is on fire, and it's burning to the ground.

but all fires start with a flame, and all flames start with a spark.

as a child i was told i really had a spark in me. i know they meant i was gifted and had passion, but i've led myself to believe the spark that caused the chaos rests much deeper then just a house on fire.

the fire was inevitable. a spark born into a world made of gasoline, in a house built from cigarettes.

i look around me at all the rubble and ash and started to question, who was the arsonist?

and was i really born into a burning house?

is it even on fire?