You know when you just want to set the whole world on fire?
I want to stand in the middle of it all and just hold still.
To feel my skin blister so much I can't feel the pain.
All I want to hear is the roar of the flames
and think of my sweat pouring down my face in screaming little rivers.
Look at the dancing flashes of amber.
Breathe in the smoke, the dark ashes.
With the fire
A part of the fire.
Burning with something that's going to die out.
Ending after its one and only grand finale.
Pure.
Such peace, I can only hope to find.
I wonder what animals think of when they know they're about to die.
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