Tonight I reached inside myself and pulled out a bottle with a message in it. It was an I.O.U.
"I owe you the fire."
The fire? The fire! Where had it been? I had become accustomed to the cold, I couldn't recall the last time it lit me up. That dirty rotten bastard me had taken it off somewhere and let it go out. I'd kill me if I wasn't so good at dodging myself.
About Me
- J.C. Moses
- Austin, Texas, United States
- I am a compulsive writer. None of my actual pieces will be displayed here. No, you the reader will be subjected to unrevised and unfocused entries... but I still love you, with all the red in my heart.
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