I long to run,
My deep heart cries
And leap to the sun
With fire inside.
Energy low
New batteries needed
Aches and pains
They go unheeded.
My body may ache
But my mind, it flies,
I will stretch out
And touch the sky.
Solar Flare
I need to burn my life right now and start a fresh one. I need to climb out of this rut, set it ablaze, make it crack and pop, pour in my woes, my stings and arrows, my aches and pains, and watch miniature explosions in little pockets deep within the fire light up the display with dazzling light. Then, when this old life is burnt, smoldering black and grey ash, and when it has gone cold and smells of old cigarettes, then I will look to the horizon and see another fire: the big, orange, rising sun of my future life.
Solar Flare
The night arrived and the kids were excited. “Did you get the firecrackers?” they asked their father. He nodded to the cart and said that he had gotten their favorite ones. “But we have to receive the guests and eat dinner first.” And later that night, everyone on the street set off the firecrackers to scatter the ghosts and bad luck of the previous year; the street filled with the smoke from the explosives and the smell of gunpowder before it rose, bringing everything bad with it, leaving the early morning sky clear.
Chanpheng
I have this gif saved. It’s called firecracker. It starts out, as you might expect, with a guy lighting a pack of firecrackers. It doesn’t end how you’d expect it to. As soon as the fuse expires, the firecracker is abruptly replaced with a montage of like thirty girls getting absolutely pounded, their slapping p*ssies sounding like firecrackers going off. Lmao.
I long to run,
My deep heart cries
And leap to the sun
With fire inside.
Energy low
New batteries needed
Aches and pains
They go unheeded.
My body may ache
But my mind, it flies,
I will stretch out
And touch the sky.
I need to burn my life right now and start a fresh one. I need to climb out of this rut, set it ablaze, make it crack and pop, pour in my woes, my stings and arrows, my aches and pains, and watch miniature explosions in little pockets deep within the fire light up the display with dazzling light. Then, when this old life is burnt, smoldering black and grey ash, and when it has gone cold and smells of old cigarettes, then I will look to the horizon and see another fire: the big, orange, rising sun of my future life.
The night arrived and the kids were excited. “Did you get the firecrackers?” they asked their father. He nodded to the cart and said that he had gotten their favorite ones. “But we have to receive the guests and eat dinner first.” And later that night, everyone on the street set off the firecrackers to scatter the ghosts and bad luck of the previous year; the street filled with the smoke from the explosives and the smell of gunpowder before it rose, bringing everything bad with it, leaving the early morning sky clear.
I have this gif saved. It’s called firecracker. It starts out, as you might expect, with a guy lighting a pack of firecrackers. It doesn’t end how you’d expect it to. As soon as the fuse expires, the firecracker is abruptly replaced with a montage of like thirty girls getting absolutely pounded, their slapping p*ssies sounding like firecrackers going off. Lmao.