burning winter

ofcourse its dying, we threw all the wood on the fire at first and didnt care wether there would be anything else left to burn. You live and you learn, and as i lived i have learned that nothing comes easy but can leave as swiftly as when the winds change. It comes so easy for me, so natural it is for me to love, never thinking of the consquence, only wanting to give that sweetest feeling that i was never given, this love is ending. Smoke and ash, orange ember, this was real and i will always remember. EwD 2013