Briefly forgetting
the color of fireworks,
thunderous applause;
my ears ringing.
Tell me what I'm doing here,
why I'm searching a crowd
of faceless strangers.
Don't tangle the stars
that map my way home,
Don't ask me if the flame
is responsible for the moth.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
Briefly forgetting
the color of fireworks,
thunderous applause;
my ears ringing.
Tell me what I'm doing here,
why I'm searching a crowd
of faceless strangers.
Don't tangle the stars
that map my way home,
Don't ask me if the flame
is responsible for the moth.
