Consumed.

I am consumed.

Consumed by you. Consumed by the music. Consumed by the experience. Consumed by the feeling. Consumed by the wonder. Consumed by the dreams.

This is one of those realizing things. Where you just stop and realize. Hey-- I got a freakin awesome life. And the complaining and the whining and the crying for something better? It's all useless. Selfish.

Because how can this get better when I have You?

So I'm consumed. Consumed by everything and everyone that I love. Consumed by my hopes and dreams, yes. Dreams for this life. Hopes for what will come as I remain here. But these dreams are nothing, nothing, compared to what's coming afterwards.

So here I remain.

Consumed.