Strangest thing just occured. I felt the urge to start a fire. Not a big one, just a small wastepaper basket sized one, like i used to do when i was young. I figure i can manage it, being July 4 it wouldn't seem too out of the ordinary. For fuel, i could use old mail that i'm too lazy to shred. I remembered all the fires i've started throughout my teenage years. There were many and many more. Some far greater than a wastebasket could contain. Thankfully those were outdoor. I would laugh and squeal like a playground child. Sick. This really was my life back then. Fires, M, endless confession, isolation, depression, self pity, self hatred and an ocean of anger along with destruction of property, my own as well as others'. I reflected on all this for a moment. Then while i was in the bathroom i noticed a firefly crawling where the wall meets the floor. I scooped it up and set it free outside. Could this be symbolic?
