the heat from the flame
adrenaline streaming
paper burning
the rush the high
at the cusp of everything
the superfluity of energy it possesses
it's too much
paper breaks off into ashes
flaky, soft, delicate
detaching, flying away
alone but free
it rises higher and higher
in the crepuscular sky
as it slowly breaks apart
dissolving into the blue
YOU ARE READING
braincells at 3am
Randoma compilation of song lyrics, movie quotes and a bunch of things that randomly pop up in my mind updating
