The Moth,Flame,Or Something More Simply Explained?

A flame has a certain popular connotations with creative types.

That wild unpredictable uncontrollable burning energy.

That is not what I mean.

No, we're talking the primordial fire, comfort glowing until you are too warm to stay lest you burn like a moth. Or because you realized with sooted eyes every fire must give off some smoke.

Known critics have watched me and forgotten me as quick when my flame burned unpleasantly.

Other times I am everyday simple.

The life of the moth has a certain familiarity. I am drawn to many shining lights of souls and adore how they glow. Flying far, amazing in my own mind. All too easily burned by the all things I don't know. Zapping me with careless considerations that stick and longer. Questions of why, who was, and what could doing now.

Other times I am everyday simple.

There is too much and then there is very little. Then other times there is the ordinary of anyone. There are the cautions and disregards. There is the desire for greater things. There is the thinking too much and obsessing and balancing emotions.

There is the simple, somewhat

mothy, sometimes smoldering

slightly more than average me.