I want to live the rest of my life like a firework.
I want to explode in the best way possible-
not like a bomb or a bullet shell or a burning stick of dynamite.
Not destruction, but creation.
My heart is aching to get up and make something,
instead of watching things burn and crumble and break.
I want to be a burst of color in a darkened sky,
bringing noise and light and happiness and hope.
I’ve lived too long as the quiet one,
the one who listens but never speaks.
I’ve lived too long invisibly,
letting the darkness exist unrivaled.
I want more of that firework feeling
I’ve tasted and seen.
I want to grab hold of it and never let go.
I want to go back to the place where I can explode.

—firework feeling // c.r.h.