LogicinWonderland

there are more stars tonight in fiery bloom than any other, normal night. we stayed in our room thin walls, curtained windows, flashback with every flash to the bombs to the old city, the walls and rubble and smoke and smoke and smoke and screaming— shatter pops like gunfire and thundering booms like a firestorm (there is no snow here so it looks like the world will be ending in golden light) what do the colors mean anymore? not blood, not sunrises, not exactly oxidized strontium. red for good luck, always. (happy new year)