flavor per second

They told me life was all about flavor per second. That we are built to bite the Popsicle for an instant of glory and forsake the minutes of peace that would come from licking it.

They said we should absorb every bit of beauty as quickly as possible and then rush onward to find more, that a good life is filled with flames and flashes, that the slow burn is overrated. Well I became a bonfire for you, I let it consume me for the first time in years, flavor per second, and now I am ashes in the wind and these tasteless hours have never been longer.