the fourth of july 9:01pm
Fireworks are loud. But they've become something like background noise for all of us. One day we woke up, on this very day, and lived thinking those vibrations and wisps in the sky were nothing but background noise.
You could say, once you listen to things several times, your head becomes immune to them.
I think I've had this happen to me too many times. Enough times to call it embarrassing. Why can't I let things go
Why do I care so much
Why don't I care
To put it in the most simple of recesses.
I'm scared of it all becoming enough to have me feel nothing. I already feel so little.
I don't know why it affects me so much. To tear up over something that's already did and done.
I hate that I couldn't have stopped it or learned about it. So I guess I do know why.
Maybe I'm doing it for your sake and secretly mine. It's hard to do even though it should be the easiest.
It's completely wrong, but why I am so hesitant in doing it is because it'll pain me to see it finally go through with things that have been done halfway.
I'm not scared of your side and your outcome. I couldn't care any less of that.
It matched me in the ways I wanted me to appear. In that moment I had been smiling. You came around, it flooded the sizzles.
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