lately I've been different.
I've learned not to fear life nor death, but to find beauty in it all. I've stopped judging and started finding out. It was about two weeks ago, i was dazing in and out of consciousness in what most people would call oblivion or the first stage of sleep. id close my eyes and look to the sun to see my blood vessels in my eyelids and my pupil. it never occurred to me how well i could see it all even without my eyes open. in my mind, the splotches of color formed faces as clouds normally would. i think i see faces in everything, really. clouds, tree bark, shimmering water, tye dyed tee shirts. anything. i once saw jesus in a tortilla chip.
as im sitting motionless, looking to the sky with my eyes closed, i felt a unexplainable heat beneath my palms on the ground. it continued on to my shirt as the horrid stench of burning flesh, cloth, and hair had filled the air surrounding me. i attempted to move, waved my arms around violently to stop the pain, only to fail as any action was futile. i tried to open my eyes, resistance was futile as well. as the flames enveloped my frail body, i realized the obvious. i was on fucking fire. the sun explodes. we all die. the world ends.
