Moth To A Flame

The flame of your existence; have been burning for such a long time. Illuminating in the shadows of others who had the pleasure to be a Moth to the Flame that is still burning in you today. Being a Flame can be driven to a point of very little desire to shine to its full potential.  Restriction to illuminate your God given ability to shine should never be taken away.  Our abilities, are all so very special, but yet individualized and shared with whom we choose or God chooses for our personal and emotional pleasures and relationships.  A Flame, and a Moth can sometime stay united with a wind, causing the Flame to flicker. A Moth flying low, and flying high to adjust its’ position with the Flame. The Moths that have flown next to you in the past wanted to fly above you.  Flying a position with a specific altitude can be difficult if you have never flown very high before.  Some Moths have no desire to fly high, because flying low, takes little effort, so they stay in a comfort zone.  Less is sometime more, and it depends on who taught the Flame how to burn with intensity.  Teaching a Moth to fly correctly during turbulence may cause him to fly so far away, and never return to the Flame that was burning exclusively for him.  The Flame and the Moth may or may not have had very effective teacher.  As Flames and Moths try’s to understand their abilities before destruction sometimes comes too late.  When the 2 stones that God rubbed together many years ago, had no idea of the Flame that it could produce.  That Flame was you, and has been burning so bright, but yet so dark.  The Flame is still burning, and you have met some Moths that were really blankets.  Blankets of sadness, and trying to Mother the Flame in you.  Every Moth needs a Flame, to be successful for riding high on the Flame that leads to everlasting happiness.  Some Moths, wing span never reaches beyond the cocoon in which it has been birth improperly.  The birthing process sometimes causes the lack of nurturing it needs to understand the Flame it will one day meet.  Many Moths have flown your way, and many have fallen astray, like an animal unleashed to the wilderness.  One day you met a Moth that was not yet quite ready to fly next to you.  His wings were not yet ready to expand and sore next to the Flame in you.  In the interim you had some temporary Moths flying next to you to fill a void of temporary loneness.  Once you met the Moth that you had desired, to expand his wings next to your ever intense Flame.  His wings moving swiftly just like you had always imagined fell short of your expected glory.  The thoughts of his every existence with you was shattered when you saw some of his abilities, and some of his faults you had no idea they were at that level, they were.  The Moth appeared to have something you expected for him to have, but it wasn’t there.  The disappointment was written all over your face.  In the beginning this particular Moth had what you needed.  The need was temporally met for a while, during transition of elevation for the Flame to burn, and the Moth to sore.  The Moth must have described some specific desires you thought you could fulfill.  It wasn’t you couldn’t fulfill them, but his intensity of the frequency was a bit overwhelming to your expected Flame and desires, ever expressed by any other Moth in your history of you being his burning Flame.  The Moth lost a part of his wings that made him feel he could not sore to his endless possibilities. He can still sore high in the sky, next to the Flame, but he knows his desires from the Flame put pressure on her.  His expressions to his Flame causes the Flame just stare and listen with intensity of his erotic desires, and it has put space between the Moth and the Flame. The Moth wants Flame to understand, because he understands the Flame.  Both the Flame and the Moth have both been wound from earth’s original sin.  Some of the pain is physical and some emotional.  The Moth, he feels is misunderstood, his ways of approaching issues causes the Flame just to be in a complex state of what comes out of his mouth.  The Moth is not sure, but he thinks that the Flame is just like he is holding on to certain things that troubles them both.  I guess we are both are guilty of assuming what the other has something to say or not.  The Moth’s wing span can carry them through to the next chapter of her high Flaming and his high flying.  Unless the issue is different, I pray that I never bring up the one that is always on the surface for me.  I am truly sorry for ever hurting you in anyway, never meant to harm you, for being me.  Do you really want to continue being the Flame to the Moth.