meet me

As people, we're weird.  It's something I've just recently discovered.  We try to do a lot of things thinking it will do something for us, and then we get confused when things don't work out.  So, here it is:

FIREFLY:
There is a something
That is a light
Buzzing--
At the very farthest
Corners
Of my memories.
It is a small soft, red glow of something
Just past the darkness of the garden gate.
Where all else is black and bleak and biting
Cold
But it stays there,
Bold.
Like a streak of white across the night sky
It is stubborn and obstinate and unmoving.
And so small.
One little light.
Firefly.

Sometimes, people get annoyed when something, anything shines.  We like our dark little corners.  We like to close up the blinds and tuck ourselves away.  And sometimes, that's not what needs to happen.
So I dare you to open up your curtains, just a little.
Love, Firefly