ripped.

Jun 14, 2007 16:20

well turns out donna wasn't that in love with my 'creative spark' as one would have hoped.
she described me as "fireworks."
Launched into the sky, everyones watchful and expecting eyes upon me, then a sudden BANG, filling the air with colour and joy and spontaneity, but eventually fading in the black abyss..leaving nothing but a sheer and distant memory.
She did not go into as much detail, but that is what i got out of it anyway.
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