The sound of India pulsates through my head.
I grasp a container of gasoline close to my chest as I stagger toward our bridge.
I was fooled into believing I could possess that indescribable feeling.
I pass a lonely child and an elderly couple on my way there.
The child asks me "Mr. where you going?"
I respond "I wish I knew"
The couple warns me "Sit tight and wait it through"
I respond "I'm inpatient and tired. 20 years is enough for me."
I douse out the contents of this vessel onto the wooden structure and the rest of my body.
I light a match and as I'm getting ready to drop it,
A doubt goes through my head
"Is it worth it?"
