The Burning Man

I strike a match set fire to my diary i watch as each page burns slowly folding crackling lifting into the air yesterdays going in wisps of smoke

I strike another set fire to my moleskin I watch as each plan burns incinerating thoughts breaking interrupting bringing to an end tomorrow’s ruminations

I sit and watch the bonfires stoked by my stories fanned by my plans burning my ego leaving only embers of myself smoldering in emptiness