aurora: smoke is rolling out of the firing building like the tears are rolling down my cheeks. people are jumping out of windows, begging for clean air and to be dead. i'm willing to trade places with anyone in that building any day. breathing in the toxins would be such a release on my protruding pain. all i want is death for myself.
god, i can't even imagine how my mother is right now.
in fact, i see he seeping her way out a window now.
