Abated Hook.Caught and Released.

A lighter seems innocent.A tool to ignite our desire.

A campfire.Surrounded by warmth and friends.

When candles are lit up on a cake.

Doesn‘t the cake look so much pleasing to the eye?

A fireplace burning into the wee hours of the morning,smouldering our hearts as we drift away.

A candle lighting the room,as it ignites our hearts and quiets our minds.

A cigarette in the lips,awaiting the tug and the draw of the spark.

I know some smokers when they can’t find their lighter,they go into a frenzy.

Yet having a cigarette without a lighter is more frustrating than not having a cigarette.

A toaster,a stove burner.An option that just doesn’t quite fuel the void.

I wonder if some of the most addictive drugs require a lighter?

Is there a connection when that flame arises?

Is that the spark that

kickstarts the high?

Are we blinded by the light?

Is that the true reality of the open flame.Does it close our minds for a brief flicker of a moment?