Combustion

Like a fervent combustion reaction I seek fuel for my writing. The writing gives me a sense of euphoria and a purpose, so like a hungry flame searches for dry wood, I reach inside searching for mental timber to consume. Everyone needs a passion and direction. While in college, it is not easy for one to forget its greater purpose. It seems, that the sense of purpose would be ever present, looming over head like a huge red banner but it isn't. The big banner of purpose is totally invisible and so hopelessly intangible, that I would no longer question a person who gave up. Because I could so easily guess the answer, the endless burrowing for an intangible light of purpose had become to much.