The fire within

I won’t keep watering dead plants anymore. What is dead, is dead and I can’t bring it back to life, no matter how much I want to. Life goes on, we say this all the time, but it seems like we never learn or never understand the importance of this sentence.
Move on, darling. You’re a volcano and you need to show your fire to the world, let them be scared, be horrified, of your power, of your self-destruction. But never settle down, never hold back to water that dead plant. Instead plant a new one. Instead raise yourself, keep yourself going. Praise yourself. No matter what happens, be a volcano. And explode my darling. Don’t keep that fire inside that beautiful body.
Your peaceful violence it is ragging in the depths of everything you are. Don’t hold back, not anymore. The ones that really do love you, will love you even when you freak them out, even when you are puking fire. The ones that run away, will come back soon, wanting to be burnt by you. If only you knew how much of an indestructible magic you are, you wouldn’t settle down for nothing in the world, and you wouldn’t water those dead plants anymore. People like you and me aren’t made for dead flowers. Move on, my precious, we’ve got stuff to do.