July 4, 2003
Fireworks soar to the sky, never looking back. Everyone watches, everyone waits to see what will come of them. Then they explode. In a split second they become a flaming ball and for a moment, they are beautiful. But gravity quickly takes hold. They are broken as they fall like fiery tears. No one knows and no one cares who it was that cried them. Everyone walks away as the embers become too dim to be visible, as they finally reach the ground. You step on them. I step on them. Everyone steps on them. I feel like a firework.