The house fills with gasoline, with every memory I've ever known.
I light the match and realize I am alone.
It begins to burn.
I step out for a moment and watch the sky.
I think about my life and begin to cry.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I close my eyes and step inside.
I become one with the flames.
I've never felt so alive.
My vision fades away as I watch my skin and bones melt away and turn to ash.
This is where I belong.
The building crumbles and the smoke fills the air.
This is where I belong.