Permanent Daylight, Fake Plastic Trees

Fireworks lit the sky tonight. I watched the sparks flare, and later fade. Bursts of colour turned to ash and dust within seconds. How so like this story.


Clarity. Like the sky after haze. Still beautiful. Still clear. Still sprinkled with a thousand stars. Still aglow without the glory of gunpowder and gold. Life as it is, reality as it should be. 


"Sometimes we choose to tread carefully.
Sometimes we choose to walk hopefully.
Sometimes the truth wakes unexpectedly.
Sometimes people lie unintentionally.


Sometimes we choose to surrender.
Sometimes we choose to see better.
Sometimes we choose to be happier.
Sometimes we choose not to remember.
...and sometimes, we choose to forgive and forget..."


The pain of truth lasts but a second. As fleet as the fireworks that lit the sky tonight.