It's about a reaction.
It's about taking what someone else can give you, how big or how small, how much or how mean, how sweet or how hard, how cold or how kind.
To need to give with no limit, only to brush up against another molecule that can't handle that kind of heat, is to bounce around, endlessly, as a peg, always trying to find the right hole, never quite finding the right fit.
It's a heat to give off. It's a heat to be absorbed.
You either step closer to the heat, or you move away from it, and you can only do what you need to do.
Can you reorient your nature? Maybe.
Does it require a lot of burning? A lot of discomfort, while you move closer to the source? Maybe.
Will it be worth it? Maybe: is the red something you can get used to? Is the blue something you can live with?
Do you find the perfect purple in between?
I'm red with desire to warm you.
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