I held the cigarette between my teeth, lighting it up with the lighter and took a drag, leaning my head back against the brick building. I played with the wheel of the lighter, watching it spark, and every now and then, briefly burn. It was a lot like life, about how it would spark and fade. There are those certain moments in life that flare up and spark. Those are the memories that you would remember for a lifetime, either good or bad. Sometimes they would grow into more, and burn. Some things burned brighter than others. But if you weren't careful, the flames could burn you. They would eat you up, and swallow you whole. And I had already let the flames begin.