0032. my mother never fails to surprise me.

oh man. the fire was interrupted BIG TIME.

thanks ma. really.

0205. sooner or later, we'll come to a point where we will have to confess that the fire was started by the two of us.

there is no escaping the sweet sound of music. we will have to face it by ourselves. alone.

that is until we get caught trying to burn down the house.

but i have learnt that as long as you dont get caught, nothing is wrong or illegal.

0332. strawberry and rubber DO NOT mix well. do not even so much as try to light a fire with the both together.

especially when it turns out to be in the colour of bloody swollen ruby red.

0358. somethings, just like the passion of an arsonist for the love of red, glowing tongues of flame, cannot be suppressed with ease. but everything comes with a price.

we've paid our innocence to quench our dried mouths of a fiery, insatiable hunger.

our bodies, minds and souls will burn again; just hope we dont melt and fuse into a single entity.

0307. there is a dormant fear in me that has been awakened again. it's causing me to hold back on certain stuff, making me think and rethink about many various things i should or should not have done.

consequences are like goods bought without a refund policy. i have to stop before these foreseeable consequences rip a hole through my being and eat my soul. our souls. we would be consumed by just the mere heat of this insatiable fire. ive been there and ive done that and it's much too horrible to stop when it has gotten too late.

many things are once broken, considered sold. this flame we're burning here? definitely one of them... we'll have to put a lid on it and smother it before the roof gets barbecued.