twilight2oblivion

Lemony Snicket has reminded me that, in many ways, suffering is like fire. He compares it to a great house fire whereas I am going to analogize a simple black flame, the kind you can hold in your hand.         Suffering is like a small black flame of infection. It jumps you from the nearest rain cloud and hides within the warmth of your stomach for hours and even days on end. In the day time, suffering is quite quelled by the sun. It cannot pierce the diamond shield made by your vitamin D enriched skin; and so it hides within the parasympathetic nervous system avoiding the distant radiant sparks of the sympathetic nervous system. In the nig

Eat berries. Pitter patter those dirty feet through the short grass. Little Girl, steal the world //////////////////////////////////////////////////// Flowers revolve around it. Power, gravity, eminence all succumbing to its existence. It was the color of fake blood and was completely out of place in the field. Wind cuts the petals into halves, quarters, shards. Colored flying glass revolving around some earthly object, a heavenly scene. Everyone is miles away. Grass catches light like fire making ground and sky fungible. Colors mix, the sky screams. Dead jewels lie in a field. //////////////////////////////////////////////////// Run wild