last night we had a bonfire and i laid a quilt on the ground and put my headphones on and stared at the flame's shadows flickering on the blooming tree limbs above my head. i came up with another idea for a story, but i can't seem to place it in bandom, too personal. it has stayed just original fiction so far. maybe someday i'll post it-- if i feel like the people of this place would much appreciate an original work with original characters.
added to my burn box today, things from boys of two years ago, except for the letter (written from the bathroom) and the hand scrawled poetry. i cannot seem to get rid of what is not mine. i cannot seem to burn art.
this is what i am doing right now:
( BANDOM BIG BANG )