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it has been quite a while since i caught a display of pyrotechnics. tonight was not as spectacular as the ones i remembered in melbourne, but they will do to make me giddy with happiness. i don't know why i like fireworks so much. The place was crowded with others. i wanted to ask them Why they were there. And then, when the skies lit up, All the vehicles on the ECP highway came to a standstill. Even the police were mesmerised for a long time and forgot to usher the trafffic along. I know because i peeked.
i think i like fireworks because while they last the sky is a different colour. perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama suffice, and the fireworks reflect what i'm yearning for. But like all beautiful things, they don't last. perhaps that is part of their beauty; what makes them beautiful.
i think i like fireworks because while they last the sky is a different colour. perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama suffice, and the fireworks reflect what i'm yearning for. But like all beautiful things, they don't last. perhaps that is part of their beauty; what makes them beautiful.
