Every once in awhile I remember who I used to be. Before the cynicism. Before the heartbreaks. Before the crap that real life unloaded.
This song brought that back.
It’s a goofy song, no doubt. But I remember catching fireflies with my dad in a jar. Watch them for a little while then letting them go. Or catching grasshoppers, putting in blades of grass, keeping them for a couple of days, then letting them go when they started to turn brown.
…
I don’t see fireflies in my neighborhood. But if I close my eyes; I can see them still.
Gotta thank my dad later…

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