I remember hearing a story of a man who lit himself on fire for world peace. At that time, it made no sense to me. How silly could one be to inflict so much pain upon themselves as a signal of peace?
Have you ever had to say goodbye to someone you love?
Whether they’re still here, or whether they’ve gone? Have you? Have you had to say goodbye to them?
Because, if you have. Then you would know what its like to have lit yourself on fire for peace.
Even with the pain that you didn’t want me. I couldn’t bear to watch you go. So I asked you to stay. So I could watch you smile, and laugh again. I lived in a pristine clear illusion.
Where I lived burned so bright. But it was the smoke that killed me.