Wednesday, August 14, 2013

That Time When I Wasn't In A Crowded Theater (No, Really)

This is fire.
This is fire that I need,
Fire with purpose,
Artist's fire,
Fire.
That fire is a little bigger than I intended,
Fire too big for its purpose.
Fire.
Fire.
I should run.
Run.
It's funny that I can't feel the fire.
Run.
It's funny that I can't feel the running.
Fire.
Run.
Fire.
It's funny that time is moving so slowly.
Sink.
It's funny that I can't feel the cold water.
Fire.
It's funny that my hand is green.
My...

My...


MY HAND IS GREEN?!?

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