(This piece is from 2005 when I was graduating from high school, moving to a new city and beginning to branch out into the wider world. It's a time capsule into a past version of me.)
I wish I could see the fireworks in your eyes
In the sky
With the numbers and codes written in one line on my wrist
I cover my eyes so I don't feel the see the blinding light as much
I hear thunderous sounds
And I move my hands away from my eyes
Suddenly all I see is the technicolor sparks
I wonder if I'm dreaming
I wake up over and over again
Until I am awake
You wonder what I might be speaking of?
Well, look closer to the words- look past the letters
And see inside.