“So this is the end of you and me We had a good run and I'm setting you free To do as you want, to do as you please Without me”
I just look up the sky and stare at the fireworks with such passion. They fascinate me. Sometimes it feels like they’re just like us. It feels in one moment that they’re eternal just like us. We’re somehow, somewhere, eternal. Just right then in the middle of it, it feels eternal, then everything all the little sparks that we felt all the sparks that we were fade into the darkness and we realise that just as those fireworks we die, we fade into the dark, we’re remembered for some time and then we’re forgotten. But some of us are an eternal spark, eternal firework just like the first firework in history or the biggest fireworks ever made, we’re eternal, we’re remembered, we’re important, never forgotten. We’re just like those fireworks, sparks that die.
August the 16th 2013
this was written for someone whom i thought meant the world to me.