I Set Myself on Fire Over the Stupidest Things

There have been very few moments of my life that I wished would never end.

There have been very few moments of my life that I wished would never end.

But tonight, the feel of the road beneath us, parting ways, and the mellow soft strings of the minor rock on the radio, the warmth, the shadows and dimly lit headlights, the weight of his head on my shoulder, hands in my hair, lips on my neck, and hand on my knee, were worth staying here forever.

A yellow light blinking repeatedly, in time with the heart inside of my chest. You just get this good feeling from your head to your toes, the feeling of really, truly, wanting to be alive.

Looking to the stars, you see his eyes glancing up at you, and realize that the universe is at your fingertips and it is all yours. There is life beyond this mess, beyond the wars and streetlights.

There is time, past existences. Lifetimes of culture and slowly fading breaths. Your glances catch a slimmer of any life and there are millions of experiences simultaneously combusting at the very time your moments flicker by.

But in that moment of life, you genuinely feel something other than nothing. The man smiles from the blackened night, twinkling next to the gases that wish they were as bright and glorious, jealous of his glimmer.

A clench of the coat, yearn to be close. His hair smells of sweet shampoo, clean and welcoming.

Falling asleep from the restlessness of today.

But for now we can relax. Not worrying or weary of an oncoming occurrence that can destroy lives, all at once. No, we don't worry because we are in a dazing trance, hypnotically conforming us to its poisons.

While, all at once, the music grows louder and the warmth grows chilly, and suddenly, a hush captures us victims, thereafter the noise of crushing metal and shards of glass.

No breath and not a beat, only too soon, we were prey for enjoying these sights too much, that the devilish grins of demonic forms awaken and pursue their acts of puppetry.

The liquor, you can smell it, in its ghastly form, extinguishing innocent lives, in the pinch of minuscule fingers. Alas, in a flash, these experiences are vanquished.

Harbor the good and the others will disintegrate. However, all was not as well as it seemed.