Fireworks are beautiful, aren't they? The colors are so vibrant and extravagant.
I love seeing them, but I can't help but think about how much they remind me of people.
You know how they're kind of held together by a shell, and then they burst once you set fire to them?
I think that we kind of keep it bottled up inside, but at the slightest mention of what we're trying to avoid, we break apart. The colors of the fireworks are our emotions.
It's more similar than I thought.
