a flash in the pan...
well well well...looks like I've been replaced.
Magneto has a new model, and the old one is forgotten about so simply.
I'd feel offended, but caring is beyond this flame. I need to get some sleep. I've been slamming the weights. My flames haven't gotten any more solid, but I hit with them with more force. Still working on the stability. I've taken to creating a beam and a keeping it lined up with a mark on a wall. I slowly increase the size on one side and then balance it out by increasing the other side. I've been able to create more than one column and have them both more stable and movable.
Not sure how to help with the impermeability of the flames. Maybe under a bed of nails, trying to hold the points back than the actual board.
Dammit, I miss her. It's been two years. I should visit her grave. Last time I went I almost got caught.
It haunts me. The whole scenario. The words, the emotions, the actions. I can still feel them, feel the reasons, and the pain after them.
Like embers after a camp fire in the wood. They seem harmless, almost forgotten, barely seeable, but if they aren't cared for they can still destroy the immense beauty around them. My beauty died along time ago.
Shortly after her...when I couldn't hold it in. When I couldn't stand how it ate at me from the inside. When I couldn't stand feeling the way I had. A feeling worse than death. When the embers found their gasoline and it all went up in smoke.
I need sleep.
Magneto has a new model, and the old one is forgotten about so simply.
I'd feel offended, but caring is beyond this flame. I need to get some sleep. I've been slamming the weights. My flames haven't gotten any more solid, but I hit with them with more force. Still working on the stability. I've taken to creating a beam and a keeping it lined up with a mark on a wall. I slowly increase the size on one side and then balance it out by increasing the other side. I've been able to create more than one column and have them both more stable and movable.
Not sure how to help with the impermeability of the flames. Maybe under a bed of nails, trying to hold the points back than the actual board.
Dammit, I miss her. It's been two years. I should visit her grave. Last time I went I almost got caught.
It haunts me. The whole scenario. The words, the emotions, the actions. I can still feel them, feel the reasons, and the pain after them.
Like embers after a camp fire in the wood. They seem harmless, almost forgotten, barely seeable, but if they aren't cared for they can still destroy the immense beauty around them. My beauty died along time ago.
Shortly after her...when I couldn't hold it in. When I couldn't stand how it ate at me from the inside. When I couldn't stand feeling the way I had. A feeling worse than death. When the embers found their gasoline and it all went up in smoke.
I need sleep.