rekindled raze "thanks for doing this with me," he said. "this is a lot of fun for me." i could hear in his voice how heartfelt it was, even turned the other way so i couldn't see his face. it caught me off guard. plain-spoken admissions of gratitude have never really been our thing. there's no need for thanks. a dormant friendship given an unexpected jumpstart is its own reward. 140808 ... unhinged i would rather leave things the way they are now, dead. fire is unpredictable; i have no way of knowing what would burn this time around. 140808 ... flowerock my life force, the energy that motivates me to move. my desire to improve. my will to take action. slowly. just embers glowing and slowly spreading and sparking up here and there, but I am building a fire, and it will be beautiful and constant. 140808 what's it to you? who go blather from