The Only Way To

“The only way to

forget you is to replace

your hands with his two.”

   -EL

1975

What is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

Well for the 4th of July last year, a family friend invited us up to a little town called AngelFire (Look it up, it’s beautiful. It’s pretty much a ski resort town. It’s small and extremely outdoorsy, but quiet and quaint.) to shoot fireworks. This guy’s family pretty much runs the entire town, so they’re in charge of the town’s fireworks show.

You know the fireworks in your town or city that everyone goes to or parks near and watches. Yep, those. Not just the small tube fireworks that you buy at the pop-up tents in parking lots. No, the real deal, canon-like fireworks that you light with a four foot pole and that will rupture your ears if you’re not wearing earplugs.

Anyway, so we were in the middle of this huge grass field on the edge of a small cliff that overlooked a lake. There were a bunch of people helping out. You know the saying, ‘it takes a village to raise a child,’ well, it takes half that village to put on a firework show. There were probably 30 people actually dealing with the fireworks, and tons more just to tag alone. You had runners (the people going and grabbing the fireworks and setting them up) and you had the lighters (the people who lit the fireworks with that three to four foot pole with a flare on the end) and you had people managing the fireworks in the back of a trailer (handing out the right ones) and people that helped direct the whole thing.

I cannot describe how thrilling and magical it was. Once we started, the fireworks went on for about 45minutes to an hour. You light one and turn around and walk back, three steps later, you feel a puff of heat and a thump throughout your body. Once you feel that, you stop and look up at the black sky to see a massive firework right above you, knowing you just did that. Multiply that by about five to ten fireworks going off right above you and hearing everyone around you cheer and laugh. I don’t think I’ve laughed and smiled so much in my life. It was so surreal.

I became a pyromaniac that night. Haha just kidding. It was pretty disappointing that we didn’t get to do that this year though, but I’m crossing my fingers for next year.

Send me a word!

“We’re just lost souls

in a pool of unclean vessels

drowning in empty words.”

   -EL

it sucks not knowing where I stand with you. it’s tiring.

Submitted by @x4189514x 

but in the mean time i can sit and rest alone

Hey thanks for sharing my poem!

Of course! Thank you for sharing it to begin with! =)

“Her body reflects an illicit art piece

as each limb roots her to the sanctioned sheets

that are as white as the pope’s robes.

Her back arches and forms the bridge

between her soul’s immortality and my

immorality. God passes between her lips

in a blasphemous cry that can only

be described as my new sacred doctrine.

Glistening beads not only rain down on her

temple, but they baptize my lurid sins

while fueling the lewdness of the night.

Others cannot and will never experience

the wrath that succumbs to serenity,

the burden of answered prayers,

or the heaven that is her.”

   -EL