we always have choices; we just often don't like the ones we have.

i like grammar and proper spelling and correct english.

It's what happens when a tornado meets a forest fire: the explosion when the unstoppable force met the immovable object and stayed together, with hearts racing for burning gazes. It's dying terrified while smiling, believing they lived forever. It was terrible, and they were beautiful, but time is never gentle with dreamers. She woke up. I was born. Now, in hopes of sedating the fires that winds push through me, I inhale smoke to consume me from within. Yet I can't help to fuel myself with booze and lust, the fires and I are so thirsty. I either consume myself or burn the world.