I remember…
When I was young enough to be impulsive and reckless without a guilty conscience, I loved to watch things burn. I would watch dancing hues of orange and red slowly overwhelm every other shade of colour, until they merge into a roaring golden yellow. I would feel the sting of the heat on my face and my throat going dry. I would stand mesmerized as the flames devour their surrounding mercilessly. My body could not move an inch, but my heart would be racing with all its might. I could not pull myself away, though I knew it would be dangerous to stay longer. Yet, I would stay, to watch it all burn.
Now, lying next to you, I remember… I remember how I love to watch things burn. I feel the hole in my heart, and I smile to myself.
Dolly Zoom 