Arson

May 25, 2014

I want to burn everything.

All of it.

All those verdammt papers.

They weigh so much more heavily on my mind than they should.

They're really only about half a gram each

or something

I don't really like math anyway

All those painful thoughts

and memories

I'd really like to forget

just a little

and fire is an incredibly effective

cleansing agent

All those people

who mean well

but break me more

than the ones who do not mean welI

I want what they said

to burn on the pyre of my life

as the rest burns

But fire is not how I solve my problems.

Alas, society frowns upon that a little.

They call it "arson."

I call it catharsis

and freedom

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