Some of us were not meant for this world. We try to live in it the best we can but we are the odd ones out even among the odd. We are the ones who are chastised for not ‘resisting’ and then chastised yet again when we do ‘resist’ in the fashion we resist. We are the ones that love to the point of either mental or physical wreck. We are the ones who do not forget anything. We are the ones who get henpecked to death for the same things other people get away with because we have such formal natures and yet when we cut loose we also scare the hell out of people with our intensity. When two of us meet there is almost always a permenent explosion that fills the area with daggers of light and the exposion is horrific because we loved each other THAT much that nothing is left but particulate matter…charmed and on fire.
We are the Fire Creatures. The Changlings. The creatures of love and passion and rage and order. We are the paradoxes. We are almost impossible to live with and even less possible to control….half breeds abandoned by the ethereal realms we attract like magnets and explode and still spin in the same direction although far apart. They call us crazy. They talk about us behind out backs. We are held above the standards normal people are allowed because they ‘sense’ we are not like they are….
We were never meant for this world.