Adoler

I am Fire, a homeless person who wanders around. My family said that I was a bad influence on the world and swept me away. I tried to make my own way in society, but because I was a troublemaker, I couldn’t get a foothold. I can only wander around, wandering in the world, see which house is not vigilant I will quietly sneak in, see that can rest then stop at that …… no fixed place, displacement is my fate.
I am quite poor, sleeping through the grass field, the cause is a person discarded cigarette butts, I look at the warmth of the place I went, I walked through the place turned into black ash, dust in the air flying freely, filling the entire grass field, I was afraid of anxious, I was afraid of being caught, I want to leave this place, I desperately run, but the ash is more and more, fear makes the tears from my cheeks quickly cut through. I hissed, “Help me!”, but all I could hear was the rest of my voice, I couldn’t save myself, powerlessness and despair were killing me. I looked back and saw the large stalks of grass die because of me, the original vibrant life quietly died, the guilt made me start to stagnate, waiting for other people’s criticism, or perhaps the death of the coming ……
I also lived in the city that was owned by a grandfather with Alzheimer’s and his daughter was a commuter. That day the grandfather boiled some water and went out. That’s right, I went again. The pot boiled dry, smoke pouring out in a steady stream, and I spread out from the kitchen, tablecloth, couch, one by one. An alarm suddenly sounded outside the room, the shrill ringing alarmed me, I grabbed the door and ran for the elevator, but it had crashed to the ground long ago. On second thought, an extreme idea floats through my mind – go down through the window. I steered and jumped. Half of my body was already outside the window, and I looked far away to see the old man’s daughter pulling her grandfather to reprimand him, only to see her panicked look, bean-sized tears falling while her mouth kept moving, while the old man looked like an innocent child who had done something wrong, his legs rustling and trembling. “If I go down through the window, then this grandfather is not even more pitiful,” I thought silently. Suddenly there was a siren in the distance, and red clothes! Red clothes! The man who brought me to Hades. “What shall I do?” “What shall I do?” I retreated and started pacing. Forget it! I wasn’t popular in the first place, why cause trouble for others, it was my destiny. In the end I should have died, the me of that day, that moment, that place.
But I’ll wake up somewhere on that day at that moment, I don’t know how many lives I have (I should be more powerful than a cat), the seasons come and go, the stars and the rivers flow, and I’ve been floating around in this world. I have traveled all over the world, from the smallest grass field, grass hut and primitive forest to the largest town, villa and Notre Dame de Paris. I have witnessed the warmth and coldness of the human world, the care, love, parting, betrayal, and antipathy among family members; the greetings, scoldings, and grief among friends; the sympathy and curses among strangers.
I was kind, but I was always forced to “do evil”, and my conscience ran counter to my behavior. I condemn, I consume myself, I am not a self-disciplined person, so I implore others not to give me any opportunity to “make waves”, please block my way, I would like to remain alone in the world.