burning

flame on. burning. combustion. chemical oxidization. we breathe starstuff, we burn starstuff. from the first gulp to the last gasp. we are burning.

i am oxid.

i am feeling rather temporary, as a flame. the fuel that burns in me is a bittersweet melancholy. when there is nothing else i know this as a certainty like no other, i have one spin around this here teacup, and i better make it the best as i possibly can. there are no floatation devices, or as jim morrison said exquisitely 'no eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.'

i burn.

i burn with rage. i burn with sadness. i burn with frustrations, anger, joy, excitement, terror, amazement, hunger, want, desire, greed, lust, bliss, misery, angst, and of course, love. i burn with all these things, not because it is comfortable, but rather because of the discomfort that makes me squeal with delight and mutter with contempt.

i am warpup. i burn.

an oxid.