Escape of life with tiny bonfire .
Last night , through my window ,
I heard mostly my breath
inside of which my love for wild is rooted .
I then start a bonfire and throw my nights
with no dreams in it . As crackling embers
rise from it , I saw people dance , smile and
Sing . I kept starring at the flames dancing
along with the logs , as the smoke lift up ,
flirting with the sky . I felt so good hanging
in this moment , immortalized , ageless ,
free like the flame's which lick the velvet skin
of night , engulfing my shadow as I stand past through it , making me reminiscent about those dreams , roaring in my mind as loud as
the voices dancing and blurring their past lives . All glowing with the negative vibes in it
and when the logs turn into ashes . It brings me back to life from the escape in my mind with the tiny bonfire .