Firefly sitting near me , murmuring her delicate fantasy.

Firefly sitting near me , murmuring her delicate fantasy.

Nowhere to go , she makes herself busy on top of my black frizzy hair .

Our eyes gaze beyond the stars and we dance with dust in our lungs. Drenched in notes and consumed by beats.

We couldn't really understand eachother yet I could feel an unspoken chemistry heavily breathing between us. She couldn't speak like I do . But what if it could? What if it was? Could I hear it? Would I try to sense it or will I let go its voice and follow its light till my own darkness fades?

Fireflies... they dont live , they burn. They burn to cherish their existence, to let the moon know that it is not alone at night.

Then they die , taking away the worlds sorrows . I feel glimpse of this creature in me , for we both tend to ignite the same light.

So next time you watch a firefly wandering by , bother listening to it , feel the noise , it means something . Even if its silent , it has something inside.

Don't please just get amused by its light , don't lighten up your path and forget the source.

Because trust me we need both , the light and someone to make it shine.