cosmic fires

I am amidst a cosmic fire ablaze. Not burning too quickly, rather reveling in the warmth. This impatience of mine is waning. The most alone there can be for right now, although I hear him breathing all around, what are we if nothing looms between me to him. Empty it seems in this cold room where I have been fluttering now for moments and if there is a shadow to whom does it belong? For I have become far too hollow to amount to any substance. Well, travel will bring escape. In the distances outside my walls there is the waxing illumination of hope. Like the hope that was looming in the dark last night across a bridge. I do not want to always be the same. I long for there to be something unwavering that can hold me through to an end. An end with no damage, the end where nature takes us quietly and I will not fight. Something unwavering enough to keep me on the other side of these walls. The grape drink is working hard tonight and I have found my dull space to dwell, while I hear the one man and his song that puts the pressure on my hurt inside. In the cosmic fire ablaze, the truth is I will burn, burn inside, burn outside, I will burn until there is nothing left of me.