The Artist Never Knows

"Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark."
-Agnes de Mille

Fire That Lights or Burns

Anger. The fire deep within wants to come out and play. Wants to twist and strangle and burn. It suffocates and emblazes every cell of myself and those around me. Allowance of the raging fire softens the blows. I am able to enjoy the heat it produces and I sink into its warmth. Fire is a fine line, however. In it’s untamed state it is destructive. Anger engulfs the shadow, highlights the demonic. Stares sin in the face. In an instant this fiery passion can light up the room or turn everything on its path into ash. Free will dictates that I choose its fate.