Ashes
I have become preoccupied with the concept of burning my world to the ground, of basically tearing it all apart, piece by piece, until there is nothing. No harm to others, mind you. Simply my life. I wonder what would happen then. Would something new and glorious arise like the overwrought, phoenix from the flames? Or would the last ember linger before burning out completely, leaving only cold ashes? My! Aren't I feeling melodramatic today? Still, the emotion is real. I need something new.