JAYMZ

A click sounded. A flame appeared, bright and vibrant. It swayed side to side periodically jumping higher than before. It was reaching for something, chasing, and desperate to find meaning. It disappeared. Another click echoed through the night and the flame danced again with a fiery passion. With each passing second, the flame released more and more smoke. A cigarette cautiously neared with a longing to join the passionate fire. They briefly were one. Together they created something different.

What happens if you take the wrong turn down the wrong path? How difficult is it to find your way back?