I didn't want to be happy *anyway, why the **** did it have to come strolling along to show me how asleep I've been.
Why did I give it the right to parade around me and then keep marching off with its drums and dancers, leaving only confetti behind and a wide-eyed person relentless of letting go of the procession but FORCED to clean up the massive mess on the street that no one else seems to notice.
It’s in that same moment that we all realize, we should never throw parties that big, that festivities that grand shouldn't even be legal.
They’re messy and exhausting and the confetti is too scattered to rest assured that we’ll ever clean every last bit up to toss away.
It’s in that moment that people assure us that paper is biodegradable and that it just needs time for the earth to make it natural. But every bright piece of glitter that gleams on the street, persistent and as present as ever, is simply a reminder of that parade with its cheers and the faint beats of the drums and the moment you had