Bought a book. Figured it'd be a good record my thoughts, given that so much has changed for me in the past couple days. Hells, even if I don't, at the very least this journal can be a little extra padding against the next arrow shot my way.
As I awoke- the day after I were gifted my vision of the pyre from Amelie, I recalled a dream. A dream of an inferno, swirlin' like an ashcloud; Howling like a wounded animal; the heat- the raging flame- it was unlike the desert heat of the ash, dry and suffocating. It was alive- ANGRY.
It still burns even now
within me;
A raging inferno
Fury