The flame burns anew; both are so confused. No one remembers how to keep it going, or how to put it out. There is no one who can direct them, or to guide them in anyway because they are part of a new type of foundation. This foundation that can be faulty or can be strong. They aren't sure if its an unwanted hunger, or something that should be let loose into the wild as it burns everything in their paths. There is no confidence, or pride, or reassurance. There is no one they can confide with, or seek help from. They can receive thoughts and ideas, but those lowly opinions hardly matter at all to them. Some of their feelings are hid, others are cautiously spread verbally or physically, unsure if that is the right thing or not. There is a simple wish, and a simple hope to figure out what all this means for them. There is a need to know this flame, this spark of fiery emotion. The need to learn. The need for answers. The need to be sure of what's next.
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