You reach for the whiskey because you long to feel that
burning near your heart — to feel your rib cage go up in flames, setting you
free at last. You long to toss your head, give the world the finger, and
disappear in one grand gesture of rebellion. You want reckless, you want
passionate. You want wild.
You wonder if your soul ran away long ago, because it
feels like you’ve been chasing it for a while now.
You want to light up like a city at night, with neon
signs one after the other, flashing, the sound of laughter and clinking drinks
against footsteps and car horns. You want to love like a storm that electrifies
the skies — and kiss like the rain, lightly, then all at once. You want to live
like the stars, burning until your last breath, then say farewell to the
universe with a glorious supernova. You want you want you want
But there you sit, burning like a candle — quietly,
softly, melting under your own flame.
