My hearts alight.

Not literally.

At least I don’t think it is.

I can’t tell anymore.

I don’t feel pain.

Not really.

Or maybe, maybe I just won’t believe that I can feel pain.

Maybe I’m just kidding myself that I’m human, maybe I’m an ant.

A simple ant.

But maybe I am human.

Maybe I’m not kidding myself.

The flames flare, higher and higher.

Is this pain?

Maybe it is?

Maybe it isn’t?

I’m not sure.

Fire is hot.

It’s hot and prickly, and fills you with an odd sensation.

Not a nice one.

Maybe it is nice?

I can’t tell anymore.

I fall.

My legs won’t support me.

They crumble beneath me as if made of dirt.

The flames are too big.

I’m too little.

Or maybe it’s the other way round?

Too late.

The flames are dominent.

I’m gone.

Am I?

Maybe.