Mar 2012
The dead trees burned
The tables turned
Scattered ashes blanket the ground
There was no life to be found
To demolition, the forests are bound
The fire had gotten it's sick satisfaction
It burned
And burned
Engulfing everything in its path
Just a wink, fire'd shown it's wrath
The tables turned
Scattered ashes blanket the ground
There was no life to be found
To demolition, the forests are bound
The fire had gotten it's sick satisfaction
It burned
And burned
Engulfing everything in its path
Just a wink, fire'd shown it's wrath
So I sit next to a past love in wind ensemble (we haven't spoken in months) and there was a bent music stand on the desk. Like totally mangled and twisted like vines. I still don't know how it got like that. But I thought it was the funniest thing ever. I was cracking up and I made a general comment "what happened to that?! It's hilarious!" and the only answer I got came from beside me, saying in a serious voice, "fires burn." too many ways to take that! I wish I'd let it go
