
What makes beauty fall so quickly? A match might look small in one's hand, but all it takes is a single spark, the slightest flame to set whole forests ablaze. Who gives the match such power? Who lets the few control the fate of the many?
Today, an inferno blazes through the forests of our nation; and the many can only watch, helplessly, powerlessly, as the very comfort of existence itself crumbles before them. When will the madness end? When will we realize that instead of extinguishing blazes, we can merely snuff out the spark? That remains to be answered. But for now, we tire on, day after day, letting our last droplets of hope shrivel in the unrelenting heat.
About the Creator
EAP
Hi all! I'm a high school junior who enjoys writing about whatever crosses my mind. Hope you enjoy!


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