Fireflies

  You can see the flickering light of the fire flies. When the sun goes down and the night settles in, the fireflies begin their journey. I found my light burnt out, but then again I was the sober amongst the drunks. There was this electricity throughout the room. Had it not been for the keg one would find these people seperated. The door swung open with a great "hurrah" cheered amongst the crowd. He was bold. I wasn't sure if it was the beer, or him. Some say alcohol burns the skin. Meaning the bones are left & ones surface is shown. I like to beleive he was naturally bold. He reaches for her hand in honor of the night. I find myself misplaced amongst the beautiful creatures around me. She's shy. Her posture is one of weakness. As she clings to the wall as a wallflower does, she smiles. One would look at her and judge. They would judge her apperance as all tend to do, but tonight was her night. Tonight she could be who she wanted to be. The gin would release her, but just for a while. Eventually the fireflies fly home, and the sun rises.

  I notice a split. The music begins to take over. What once was prince charming is just ordinary folk. Although he's dressed for the occasion, he's naked. He's lost in the crowd but I see him. He moves offbeat to the beat of the drum. I wondered if he was just clumsy or tipsy. He was wanted. As a moth would flock to the light, the ladies began to gather. I try to loose focus, but the fireflies continue to flicker. We all stop to witness provactivity. She was gone. The night had taken her away. She creates this illusion. Here she is. This unique soul fighting her well being to be like the rest. She's dressed to impress, but why? Why does one need to impress a people of confusion. Nobody would remember tomorrow. She would sneak into her shell as the gin fades, ordinary folk no longer seen as prince charming, and this illusion of a girl meant to be happy, would wake up ashamed. What once was a bottle became just glass. The glass shattered and shared. One by one the fireflies begin to die out. The sun rises and who's left to remember, is me.