Beams of light

I caught myself in the same bench not to long ago, never thought I'd find comfort in something so unmeaningful. As I sit and watch the cars pass by and the beam of lights my eyes could not catch but a glimpse. My eyes almost full of tears because they can no longer hold themselves inside, but as I squint the beam of lights turn into what look like fireworks. So small but each one resembles me of something, something better. As I look at them, they all seem to tell me the same thing.. things will be okay and again I am at peace.