Medium: Acrylic on Cavas

Love is like a thin pile of ash, heaps and heaps of it. There in a second and yet it is gone before you know it. Built upon a mountain of whatever fades away within a second. A woman, like an eternal pyre, burning until the end of time, with effort and tribulations and yet is only as good as the flame it keeps alive. What if she stops wanting to? What if all that her efforts are but a pyre built only on embers? No pine that keeps it alive, just her herself.