Fireflies

I wish that I could catch you. Like how we used to take firefly's captive in jars and admire their florescent glowing bodies in the darkness. I wish I could catch you and rescue you from the things that are causing you darkness. From the things that are making your light look unimportant in the confusion of the entire world around you. I wish I could put you in a jar and admire you as you glow with happiness as we are both privileged to witness your dreams come true. Simply because your light is the brightest and most important thing in my entire life. I know you can glow more than you give yourself credit for. I know that you can outshine the brightest star in the entire night sky. I simply desire nothing more than to prove this to you; but I have no idea how to come about doing so. I can't capture you in a glass container with a secure and firm lid, because I have no where to take you. No funding to make your dreams come true. No possible way to help you escape and cut the ties that are making you dance like a puppet with strings. I am not your puppeteer. I am not the one who painted the cheap stage that you must preform on when I choose you to. And with this being said, it brings me a overwhelming feeling of helplessness, blended up with the additional feeling of desire. I understand that I can not free you, but a part of me, a part that I am unfairly unfamiliar with, desires nothing more. You only have a few decades left, which is more than enough time to conquer your aspirations. But not nearly enough time to attempt to balance out the things that lift your spirits, and the things that you feel a strong obligation to attending to. I now feel that I should apologize to you, because I can only assure you of one thing. And one thing only. That you already outshine the brightest star in the entire night sky.