Like fireworks in the sky, brilliant but only for an instant. Like splotches of colour on a otherwise barren canvas of life, their beautiful presence serves to highlight the bleakness of the whole. I finger each splotch of colour tenderly, savouring the cheerful hues, but my eyes cannot ignore the deep blackness that surrounds these splotches and seem to threaten to consume them.
It's been quite a while since I've been emo, since I've had time to be emo, huh? Now I wish I was buried in work again, enough of rest already.
