moving on from here

is like stepping to the edge
of a bonfire,
the kind that warmed you to the bone
the night before the big homecoming football game
where everyone hooted and hollered
but you were just standing there,
staring at the fire leaping pirouettes
through the crisp October air.

you're stepping to the edge,
and you want to keep on walking
through the fire,
through the orange glow of uncontrollable physics,
to be consumed by the fire that looks so inviting.

but you know that'd be suicide.

03/15/2008

Posted on 03/15/2008
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