My mind feels like the end of a firework,
the slowly fading crackle.
It disperses into darkness
leaving it blank, alone, and isolated.
Just litter left amongst the fields,
forgottenĀ about for the time being.
But I need to learn that before the sky is empty,
there is a burst of immense colour.
There are beautiful patterns
dancing amongst the stars.
Soon, the fuse will be ignited again
and I will paint the sky.