I just stand at the edge of bridge in the forest and set it aflame… so I may never return… and watch it burn…
I rip apart the pages of my diary one by one and surrender them to the holy fire… chanting the name of my guardian angel to protect and guide me… and performing a fire ceremony by inscribing the word BURN on all corners of the page…
“You won’t get it.. you are not… ME… You won’t get it how difficult it is to let it go, once they are deeply rooted and run deep like the roots of a tree and make you…You…
You won’t get it… I live in a high tower where no one can reach… NO ONE… Not even you…”
I watch it burn silently… and let my ego, remorse, resentment burn along with it as I walk into fire… My skin burns, hair turns to ash and bones crush…and I emerge out of it bearing no malice…finding my new psyche…being the deity that I was…
Pandaharsha 