I want to write again.
I recently, after feeling quite displeased with my latest composition attempts, decided to read some of my old writings. God, how they bring back good memories, one such; I was sitting on a rather comfortable lawn chair, but not those flimsy white things, more the sort you'd take camping. And I was sat here, not too far from a metal bin, within which was a mix of wood, bit of metal, and general things which were considered good enough to put in, these were all connected by one factor... They were burning at an intense temperature, and melting the underside of said metal bin. Anyway, I digress, I was sat here, feeling r