Fireworks

As a small girl, I’d lie on the bed and watch the different colors play across the wall. It would light up with the reflection of the different colors flying through the air. The noise would scare me a bit, but my eyes would lay transfixed on the wall.
When I think about this now, I think about how much time has passed.
How I don’t see this wall anymore. And these loud noises play in my head. They’re my thoughts. Bursting with different colors leaving me fixated on situations that grabbed my attention and kept me hooked onto it.
As I heard the crackers burst outside, I gave more importance to the ones I could control. The ones in my mind that left fires burning so bright that needed to be put out before they could consume me.image

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