like a flame i ate and ate and ate until i couldn't eat anymore
i got too full so i hurled myself into the sky in sparks disappearing into the oil spill night so i might live again in another place, in another time
couldn't think of a name lol. i'm watching pulp fiction, so you know, it just came up. we are just like fire, aren't we? we require oxygen, we grow,, consume and eventually...falter. decay