[EP] Images of broken light

[st_artandstoke]

( They call me on and on )

Now he lowered himself on the grass outside his building with a small wince, pushed his long hair back from his face, and started playing with fire. Not going anywhere with it, not trying to work out a new number, or anything for the show. Just sitting there, and creating abstract whorls of fire in the air, ever-moving curves and shapes that seemed to be chasing each other in front of him.