The sky was but a beautifully lit ceiling.

Diwali never lasts long enough,does it?
The night just whizzes by in a burst of adrenaline,and you're left with a hollow feeling chest..wanting it to last,for the fireworks to light the sky up forever.
 And I've realised,the older I get,the duller the Diwali gets.

This year's was strangely too quiet.
and the diya wouldn't light up 'cause it was way too windy and all.Talk about dampened spirits.
Houses were lit up with pretty silver and golden lights,but they hardly looked like homes.they lacked the warmth.
I wasn't the least bit surprised  that but one person wished me this year.

It din't matter anymore.we've all grown apart now,maybe.
The year's almost over,and it feels like such a waste.
It's like everybody's spirits are like burned out sparklers now...
"Hello","Happy Birthday" and "Happy Diwali' are but hollow,meaningless words.Lacking the enthusiasm and verve they did a few years ago,when we were all little.
Truth is,no one cares.Almost everybody puts up acts of who they want to be perceived as.
And as I stare at the eternally beautiful light-filled sky,I want to be staring at it forever.I don't even want to sleep tonight.
Its like,I want to be happy,really bad.But it only lasts so long,before sadness tides over.
Growing up sucks.