A moth to a flame.

[Cicada]

An insect knows little of the light it is guided towards.

For it does not comprehend anything more than it's base instincts.

It's simple mind does not question the flame it is guided towards -

- Even if said flame burns it's wings asunder.

Alot can be said about me.

Like the simple moth being guided towards a flame -

I know nothing about this land I flutter across.

I know nothing of the giant creatures I surround myself with.

I know nothing of their mindsets.

I know nothing of their smiles, nor their meanings.

And yet, I am drawn to them regardless.

I am drawn to their peculiar beliefs, for I want to know what they mean.

I am drawn to their peculiar mannerisms, for I want to understand them.

I am drawn to their peculiar emotions, for I want to help them understand them.

And yet, I can't help but feel -

This blinding sense of light, may be dangerous.

And yet...

I am drawn in regardless.