FIRECROTCH

it really wouldn't make sense
unless you were in my head.
then you could grasp its matter,
and see how it consumes me minute by minute.
as if me in my own entirety wasn't consuming enough;
now the burden weighs down like a force stronger than gravity.
its light shatters my existance almost entirely,
and i feel mellow, calm, and at the same time passionate and eager.
self-fulfillment seems unsatisfying, ungratifying.
irreplacable curiousity creeps throughout my being,
and for the slightest second, a glance across the room tells it all.
all has been said, done, seen, heard, and felt.
all thats left is the combustion of my heart.
for the sum of my soul to be set on fire.
i want to feel that warmth.