Fireworks

Did I ever tell you that I love fireworks? Well, I love fireworks, you see. I don’t know when or how I started loving them. It’s been long, as long as I can recall, watching the first ever firework show. When was that? It was when I wasn't old enough to tell the people around me about the happiness that filled me after watching the magnificent display of fireworks in the sky.

It’s beautiful watching fire cracking in the sky. An illuminated spot travelling all the way up to the sky, trailing its fluorescent tail behind it and as it reaches a certain height, it bursts open like a bud turning into a flower in a fraction of a second. A flower with its petals turning inside out and then ending up into nothingness. Fireworks are captivating. Once I start watching them, I can't get enough of bursting colours making patterns in the sky. I get happy when I see the opening of the firework bud into a firework flower and every time the firework flower disappears into nothingness, it leaves behind an entailing sadness for disappearing into the vastness of the black sky. Then I want to see more of it. It’s like you start getting addicted to the view and you search the sky for more of it. Your eyes crave for more, you get thirsty for more of this beautiful sight. I love fireworks because they are enchanting. They are magical. They take me away with them in a world where there are only colours and patterns and the muted sound of fire cracking in the sky. I like to see the fireworks displaying in the sky because they make me happy. They are like shooting stars, a whole lot of them. It seems like the stars are falling on you but they disappear in the middle of their way. Do you get sad whenever the fireworks transform into nothingness? I'm helpless. I can't stop loving them or getting sad every time the enthralling firework display ends. Am I making any sense to you? I doubt that. I'm sorry, I'm crazy. But I make perfect sense to myself.

Did I ever tell you about how I love those eyes viewing the firework show? Try watching the eyes of a person watching the fireworks. Try seeing the colours of firework display flaring up in their eyeballs. It's beautiful, I tell you. Fireworks are beautiful. The person watching the fireworks is beautiful. Thinking about how beautiful fireworks are, is beautiful.