14 Mar 15
Looking over the lake at the crowds of people.
Concert and the point with the bass shaking even this side of the lake.
The plane shows.
The trolleys selling light up toys.
And the party boats.
I realised we were all completely mental.
People gather from everywhere, lay down rugs and pack in around the lake like sardines just to watch fire exploding in the sky.
People sit for hours to get a good spot for the fireworks.
A minutes silence for the 100th year anniversary of the Gallipoli landing.
We were on the bridge above the alley.
Pink slithers of fire lighting up the sky.
The war memorial forgotten behind the curtain of light.
The girls faces illuminated by the light.
The colours changed and so did the songs.
My breath was taken away with the overwhelming feeling of wanting to cry.
I look over to them and ask why? Why do we even care about this?
"It's so we can see the light in the darkness." Is all she said and I haven't stopped thinking about that ever since.
For the rest of the fireworks show. Leaning on the rain completely absorbed in the sky, the truth of those words never escaped my mind.
Even a day later they haven't.
I understand why we are all so crazy.
It makes us feel together.
Everyone else is there, for the same reason, seeing the same thing.
I didn't feel alone.
And that's what makes it so special.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
