Such pretty lights
The music seems so far away, even though I can see the orchestra from here. No matter, really. All I need is this moment, this peace among the world. My spot on the roof. The play of the rockets and lights off the clouds. The explosion in the air and raining fire, yet it doesn't incite fear in me like normally. All it does is bring back memories.
The crowd looking up to the sky, while I watch the lights in the water, as the fireworks are set over the ocean. The waves breaking the image to a million pieces, shining jewels among the blackness. My mother at my side, holding me close to her as we sit in the sand.
Now, I'm just glad for the relative solitude. No one telling me how I should be, or what I should do. No one pressuring me to choose a path. No plays off my feelings of guilt or sympathy. Just me, and the lights and the city. I know I need to go back and join the others soon. Just a bit more time here first, though...
The crowd looking up to the sky, while I watch the lights in the water, as the fireworks are set over the ocean. The waves breaking the image to a million pieces, shining jewels among the blackness. My mother at my side, holding me close to her as we sit in the sand.
Now, I'm just glad for the relative solitude. No one telling me how I should be, or what I should do. No one pressuring me to choose a path. No plays off my feelings of guilt or sympathy. Just me, and the lights and the city. I know I need to go back and join the others soon. Just a bit more time here first, though...