Diceydoll

In life, there are moths and there are flames. The majority of us are moths; fluttering around, looking for answers. Some sort of satisfaction, to make us feel like we matter, in the grand scheme of things. We don't care how hot or bright the flames are, as long as we're kept warm and safe in our own little illusion that nothing's wrong. That our lives are the way we've always dreamt them to be. We can't be reasoned with. Not really. In fact, even if we do realize how harmful the flames are for us, we won't stop trying to reach them until we fall to the ground. Dead. Flames, on the other hand, yearn for the worship we moths are more than hap