i want to live as if i were a firework. it is an absolute ownership of the self to recognize that none escape life without burns, and to charge forth recklessly. screaming across the night sky, fireworks cannot go unnoticed with their gaudy colors and thick trails of smoke; i wish to be myself as unapologetically.
brash and impatient, i want my voice to reverberate across the masses, whether i speak to one or a hundred thousand. my words will echo the raucous thunder of fireworks, in the ceaseless recognition that i am alive, that i am something; be it nothing more than a camera flash against the smudge of time.
do we not delight in the glare and promise of a simple firework, a chemical accident launched into being? if a firework can be beautiful despite its brokenness, then i too can rise from my own ashes, cry into the void, and flourish.