fireflies

one thing-my favorite thing.

I really only see them in my day dreams, when I’m dancing with them late at night mid summer.

or when I remember those nights that I shared my pillow with them, those nights I never told anyone about because I wanted them to be my own.

they’re magical.

a symbol of light.

how does a tiny bug produce light? we all wondered until scientist figured it out in 2015. something about chemicals or a crazy phenomenon.

there’s finally an explanation, no need to wonder anymore. but I don’t want to hear it. I want to wonder.

I want to believe in magic.