Its raining today. That soft rain that seems both serene and melancholy at once. It dowses the eternal flame that emolates my soul, but doesn't put it out. Indeed, that flame is burning brighter then it has in what seems like ages, even with the calming effects of the soft storm. I stood in it for a moment, before the cold of the water drove me in. Let the drops, soft and gentle as tears, wash down my face, take away the filth of mundane exsistence. What does it mean that my soul fire is burning brighter, a throw back to what I once was, and look to be again? What does it mean that I can feel the tingle and euphoric fire on my back again? Stronger then I've ever felt? Perhaps I will find the answers. Perhaps the answers will only bring more questions. Perhaps.. just perhaps there are no anwsers or Perhaps I'm simply being.. reborn. As the phoenix, burn to ash to rise again. Because surely, I feel that way now. That after what was the slow ebb of what I was, till only the faintest spark remained that I have been rekindled to become a great pyre as brilliant as the dawn. And so... I burn..