The flames I once tended used to rage so violently I feared the whole world would catch fire and burn.
My fire became ashes, and those ashes drifted farther and farther away from me with each breeze.
My hearth is empty. And though I used to fear that fire, I miss it dearly; for I grow cold without it.
today i called someone a soggy ritz cracker and they cried
can they do that to a cow? because i am sick of the bullshit