What's There To Wake Up To,
What's There To Wake Up To
When No One Dreams Anyway?
Well as for my recent episodes...
I went out earlier and took an interior design project of mine and set it aflame. It comprised of a rather large cardboard box and several items of 'furniture' made of cardboard and tinfoil. The far wall of the 'room' I created was plastered with outdoor scenery with the help of gluestick that Becca had so lovingly let me use when completing it. I got my grade, and brought it home. Dad gave me permission to torch the monstrosity in the middle of the driveway so long as I refrained from setting any portion of the yard ablaze. I set the miniature bed on fire and the flames ate their way slowly over the material, devouring it in shades of sea green, aquamarine, and sunlight. The flames would not take too well to the walls that I had thoroughly painted, but after some time the heat began to thin the paint and left the cardboard to be consumed by the dance of the flames. They then climbed towards the end where the magazine cutouts of geraniums and all sort of garden variety flowers derived from Martha Stewart Weekly waited. I am not sure whether it was the want to simply devour something as foul as any sort of material from the demonic home designer, or if it was simply the residue of the gluestick I used, but the moment the flames caressed the end of the box, it erupted forth in a spill of gold heat over three feet high. The entire box became consumed from its base to its uppermost edges in glowing, glittering energy and the thing collapsed within seconds into a bejeweled mass of ashes.
Ah, the intoxicating beauty of fire.
But as for the farther things, I will explain.
I haven't written in a good while, and with good reason. Well, a portion of it was good enough reason to neglect updating; the rest was simply apathy. As for the time between updates, a few major things happened. One is that Thanksgiving has come to pass, but that in itself is not the main incident. I happened to spend that holiday with Raymond. This is because we are once again dating after what seems to be an eternity, and at the same time the time feels nonexistant. I could not ask for anything more than what I have right now, and to be honest... I did not believe that this would ever happen. I suppose that things not turning out as planned has paid off in full. But while I dance in my obscurity and happiness I find that I have to go because I will otherwise breach my curfew...
To all of those who remember them, sweet nightmares.
-Nombre un deseo, encantador.-
Yours Maniacally.
