The Light of the Fireflies

by Paul Pen

Sometimes I thought of them as suicide victims, glass bodies hanged and swinging from a cable.

door loses its meaning if you don’t ever go through it. It becomes a wall.

There’s no creature more amazing than one that can make its own light.

Right then an unknown emotion was set off inside me. A spark that fought to catch fire.

For the first time I felt lost in that darkness that had always been my world.

At that moment, the fireflies in the jar came back to life to glow brighter than ever.

I observed the two bits of important things in my life that had broken. Something much more important had broken inside me.

Maybe the day has come when his desire to know is stronger than his fear of the unknown.

And those unwilling to look beyond their own little world will be left in the dark.