sira describes it as,

"You put your hand into the flames,
it stings,
you reel back.
You take months to recover,
you hurt for so long.
Now it's fine,
your hand has healed,
leaving a tiny scar as a reminder.
Still you stare at the flames once again,
contemplating.
You know for a fact that it'll hurt,
yet you inevitably falter,
you reach forward to touch it..."

This time it's different i swear.
Thanks to the kimchi i bought back yesterday, my fridge smells like someone's burped into your face everytime it's open. Smells like someone's burped AND sprayed mists of stomach juice into your face.
gross..