Cozy-wozy

Fire never asks for permission. Hot smoke rises in my chest, whiskey pulses through my veins. When it shows up, you know where to look.

Earth waits for fire's kiss. Violent heat paints the wildest colors. Roaring flames carve the finest lines. That's the magic—that's the art.

Burst into a sky full of stars. Guide lost souls to the horizon. Born to lead, and always guard the night.

Anyone close to the flame knows: cozy-wozy. The brightest light, the warmest heat, that only belongs to you.