The fireworks fly up into the sky on a mission to explode into a million brilliant bursts of shocking color against the
velvet night sky.
I sit here on this blanket, breathless. Partly because of
the splashes of color, but mostly because I imagine you here
next to me.
I imagine friends that I will never have and places I will never go.
These feelings build up as the fireworks continue to boom
and whistle through the sky.
I feel shockingly alive and to be alive is to feel things painfully and vividly. These raw emotions flash in colors across my face.
I want nothing more than to have someone to share this lonely existence with.
These fireworks that paint the sky remind me that I am painfully alone.
Everywhere I turn I see people having fun and it reminds me of the distance I feel between me and each one of them.
The loneliness gets heavier and heavier as the fireworks come quicker and louder, all of them fighting for a place in the
starry midsummer night sky.
People laugh and cheer as it all comes to a crescendo, lighting up the night in blues, golds, reds, silvers, greens, and purples.
Bathing people and objects
in fascinating color.
Giving life to a dead world.
Still, I sit quietly in awe of how small I am. In awe of it all. In awe of how lonely I can feel while sitting on this blanket, while hordes of happy people surround me.
The lights fade from the sky and everything that was once so
colorful begins to go gray
at the edges.
Electricity and excitement linger in the air, sending shivers down my back though the night is warm.
I sigh and stare up at the serene moon, hoping that one day I will close the gap between myself
and others.
On the car ride home I stare silently out of the window as I watch the world slowly shift
back to black and white.
