yes ribbons, that's what it looked like
lying on my back in the itchy grass, with four others watching the ribbons drift up from the burning end.
you know when the sun is setting (or rising i guess that would work too it's just that its setting right now you know) just at the right spot on the horizon, it looks like ribbons.
it makes me think of-- um-- high school. that's what it is... high school...
that's a treacherous thought.
peace reminding me of carnage is what it feels like. it almost makes me laugh.
but i don't because i think everyone would be confused if i tried to explain it.
standard, for me at least.
you know you're stories are bad when you have to tell people that they are over.
i don't know why i'm rambling on, this futile piece of information. i don't know at all.
and aimless narrating