The Fourth

I worked on the fourth of July last year, and this year.

Remember the glow worms? The stain on the concrete, makes me smile.

I can handle sparklers, anything else makes me filled with anxiety. I can't blame it on the fire either. My fear of fireworks started as a child, for no solid reason that I can remember. Maybe it was watching all of those horrible home movies they would show on t.v. about fireworks going awry. Maybe it's just me, my fear. Maybe my imagination is just too active, like imagining carnival rides coming apart mid-ride and killing everyone. Tornado's being sentient.

When you cease to exist to someone, does a part of you cease to exist?

Questions whisper in darkness.

Is everything gone again? With one click.

"Do you want to delete ALL of the selected items?"

Yes No