you like what you see

like Jose Rizal's story, we get attracted to the light and stupidly cannot resist approaching it. we come closer and closer and even closer, only to burn.

what is it like to burn?

to feel the feisty heat gorge your flesh and stench

drip
drop
make a ripple


now nothing matters


we bathe in flames and nothing will matter...

wings burning

we let go

and let ourselves free fall



into



eternal ether



nothing matters






might as well enjoy the fall



you wont feel it anymore




when you hit the bottom.







you only liked what you see;







but you never saw through.