Sunday 8 March 2015

firecracker


I feel like our birth is like a firecracker you know that is travelling up to the sky. And when we burst is when we truly grow up. All those sparkles and shit are the troubles we went through and put it behind us. The colors are blinding. The noises are deafening. And at times you can't even see straight. But in the end after all the sparkles fade away you know you just went through something beautiful. You witnessed something beautiful.
And maybe that's what life is you know
Sometimes we just gotta br the sparklers than be running away from the light



-3A.M
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