Some thoughts become creations and some become the fires that cause the actions we take to run or hide or face the flames of hatred or pain or penaties. I prefer to face the flames of afterfires of explosive thoughts. All the worst dreams are the fires of rememberances I face and put out the fires with cold indifference, as they no longer mean anything to my present or future. I dance in the afterfires of my thoughts with a music of a Divine Melody. They become vague and clouded over by forgetfulness and meaninglessness. I have lived through it and I Am better for it. To be scorched by the flames of sorrow, anger, hatred or distress teaches us to wear fire proof mindsets and concentrate only on beauty, joy and peace for our lives.
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