[ IP ] A Miracle

I do n't have the same reaction to bright lights like I used to. At first, any kind of fluorescence was like staring into the sun, forcing me to scrunch my face and reveal my ghastly teeth. I'd yearn for the eternal darkness once more. Now it was easier. I was able to witness the luminous streaks of the roman candles we lit every year for Steven. They penetrated my being, diving through my retinas and coursing around my body, before escaping out of my crooked smile and into the salty air. 
 
 
 
 The eternal darkness would consume me once more, we could all be sure of that. There would come a day when these happy beams found their way to my retinas only to be met with cold, fleshy doors that could never be opened. But my crooked smile would always remain, knowing that at least now they cared enough to bother trying.
