A small victory of blue and green, I found the innocence of self.
The blurry image came in fuzz, then I saw the movie start.
Later in the evening, closer to night.
Laughter came in joy, watching the color explode in air, when the sound broke the barrier.
Nothing in the world made more sense, from his excitement in that smile.
Perhaps the fuzz came back by the unchanged past.
He smiled in silent disarray, as the fire roared in.