“Twinkle,
twinkle little star.”
Galileo*
#quote
Gonna hang with
my Gma this Friday. It looks to be a possible adventurous adventure I
say. Also CJ may come over on Saturday, so that will be another
adventurous adventure, so many adventures all the way around eh?
The Home And
The Fire
One of my
nerves, called an electrical wire by my residents, sparked and started the fire.
The flames build up within me and the smoke starts pushing out
everywhere it can. I'm only a house, I can't help myself in such a
dire time, I can't call for help when the fire tears through me
stronger than a wrecking ball. My owners already managed to run.
The firemen
have come. My salvation! They're pouring water on me and pushing the
flames back. The heat that fills me cools, but flames are everywhere
within me. The firemen may cleanse the damage from one place, but no
sooner do flames come from the roof and sprout out of me like horns.
Without any
people inside of me I hoped that the firemen fought for me with some
kind of empathy for homes. I'd lived a long time, fifty years, and
had some very classic tastes. But then I noticed that they had a
pattern to where they shot their water. They focused on the outside
of me. They didn't want to save me. They merely wanted to save other
homes. The firemen considered me a lost cause.
I was doomed to
feed the flames until they exhausted. And whatever skeleton that
remained of me would not be repaired, but demolished for a new home.
On this realization I let my hope fall and just felt the remaining
smoke rise out of me into the sky while the fire ate me.
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