The tale of a firefly consumed by the light
Awakening to a light so intense it consumes my heart and soul in a blaze that can no longer be put out.
Everything becomes dull and dead. Everything but the light, everything but the blaze.
It is consuming me inside out. It eclipses the sun, it blinds my eyes to all the other dim candles.
And the light becomes too bright, it becomes unbearable, it becomes darkness after taking away the light. A light taking away the light…
My life starts to unravel, thread by thread, in bright flashes consuming the memories, one after the other, until only remains darkness, a pitch-black veil before my eyes, a pitch-black spot in my head.
Only then do I realize I should settle for the dim candles, the simple pleasures. Alas, the blaze is too appealing, the light too strong, I find myself drawn to them like a firefly.
And to the blaze I run, faithful and eager, longing for obliteration, now that all hope is lost, now that the blaze has broken my body and consumed my soul.
“Obliterate me!” shall I cry to the powers to be,
“Obliterate him …” would I hear in return, my own words carried like an omen by the echoes of the wind.
Let the boars sound