"Your act is cute, so stop it before I vomit"

Some people are pillars of fire; burning everything they touch. Others, are like pillars of ash; they fall apart if you touch them

You know, fire isn't too different from the stories we tell eachother. They both spread, and can both cause a commotion. Or, they can both be smothered, the words we have to speak and the flames we have to burn being snuffed out, like nothing

The rumors we hear can blur our mind, blinding us from the truth like smoke