The 4th of July.
My world.
This may be the second 4th of July I have ever spent in North Carolina.
After the age of four we would always travel.
Often there were big displays where ever we were.
This year I was watching the fire and happy.
I heard my dad say he was sad; thinking of all the places we’ve been and have been during this time.
I’m now melancholy.
I don’t miss leaving.
I miss normality.
I wanna see real fireworks; not the dinky stay on the ground and spark kind.
I wanna watch them with my friends and laugh.
Instead I sit with a bunch of kids half a decade younger than I.
I am touch starved.
I just want a normal summer and a normal junior year.
Both impossibilities.
Most of the time I’m happy- I only write here when I’m sad.
The rest of the world.
Large swaths of people are not celebrating this year.
This is thanks to the political hell that the US is right now.
Arden