From the distance I could see the brilliance in the fire. I watched as the smoke spread across the sky reaching to fill every possible open space. That’s who I want to be. I want to be the fire. I want to move through life exuding danger and destruction. To be like the smoke, cascading and enveloping with a thickness that burns with every breath. When our eyes meet the next time mine will be so bright that holding thier gaze will make them feel death is imminent; and they will be right.