i love fireworks. i love remembering what it was like to watch them as a child, snuggled up with my big coat on. i love the memories, the smiles. i am still wide eyed now, wonderstruck, almost innocent in my too big coat with my curly hair falling out of it's ponytail around my face.
i go and stand by the fire with my friends. i laugh until my face hurts and the smoke blows like mist into my eyes.
here i am - shining like fireworks over your sad empty town.
i am happy.