Stories, and then Some...

i have quite a number of stories to tell.
for example:
finding and fighting fire in your new-born eyes.
fierce in their lack of surprise.

there was the cost of pride and precious choice.
someone sifting through sand to find stars.
everyone oblivious to the obliging monsters circling up above
and creeping down below the bowels of this city.
an absence that poses as a cure for uncertainty.

someone was planting flames on windy ...