Pray for my demons...

A fire, if it is large enough, is not easily contained. Sparks fly out, and the wind carries them in all directions. The fire in his heart spewed forth sparks, and, without him consciously realizing what was happening, they began to ignite that which had no reason to be burned. And as he watched everything he once loved slowly turn to ash, he wondered if perhaps he ever loved all these things at all. Emotions are a strange thing, because it's not really something that can be taught. We are told what we are supposed to feel at certain times, and grow up being influenced by how others deemed normal reacted in the past. But what if you can watch your whole past burn away and you don't feel anything. Anything at all?