alone in the woods.

there were no people there. there were only a few choice moemories that set beneath the cresting sun. there was a deathly silence, and the air was thick. i could see the wisps of memories fade into the air just as soon as they came. these memories- these memories were sacred. i gathered them carefully, and soon found myself with a beautiful pile of freshly pressed memories. i folded them neatly, and touched each of them for one last time. a heavy sigh came over me, just about as heavy as the air around me. i checked once more. there were no people there. i took a can slushing with deep amber colored gasoline, and let it blanket the memories. there were no people there, and i was out for blood. i watched the memories with a mournful eye as i set out to strike a match. i let it burn down almost to my fingers before i flicked it towards the stack. in a quick flash, i watched all those years, all those memories, and all those people go up in flames. the wisps of smoke faded until i was left with ashes. ashes of my memories, left to fade, left to leave, left to die. cleansed of all the memories, and my thirst for blood satisfied, i returned to the spot where i stood. alone, in the woods, there were no people.