Fireworks

A flash of light that breaks the unbearable silence.
A thunderous roar that illuminates the jet-black sky.

At this very moment my senses are more sensitive than raw nerve endings. Every touch to my hand sends chills down my spine. The dimmest beam of light to strike my eye is being perceived as the brightest white. I can taste every smell and see every sound. I can even hear the colors in the sky.

And oh, the sound that blue and pink makes when amalgamated resembles the most beautifully symmetrical sine wave tucked in between the course exterior of a saw-tooth bass and the hum of what I can only assume is an angel's lullaby.

My frozen stature combined with the warmth emitted from the sky is leaving me at a precise 98.6. In other words, I feel perfect.

So many nights I have longed for this pyrotechnic display of fine engineering and sheer creativity. And for so many nights I have been left with a blank, barren sheet of sky that seemed to get closer and closer every night, tucking me in to a claustrophobic bed of desolate solitude.
And now, here, on that which is this fine country's day of independence, I feel rejuvenated. I feel revitalized. I feel life... re-imagined.

I sure hope this show never ends.


Live, love & learn!
-The King