snap, like a firecracker

everything feels like it's about to snap, like a firecracker. who can tell if it will be detrimental or a blessing in disguise. right now however, the match has struck the grainy exterior of the box, and the ignition is immanent. this is how the city falls to ashes. this is where the city streets will weep flames from the trees. this is the fall, the fire, and the futility.