If life is a party, then my friends are confetti, champagne, and balloons.
I, however, am the brown paper bag all glued up and pasted with tissue, glitter, and sequins.
No one would even guess that it was really me inside.
But if I take just the right hit, I will burst with sweet surprise and scatter bits of prose all over the floor.
It is the nature of a pinata to self-destruct for pleasure.
That is why you always see one at a really good party.
Just be careful with the stick.
It could be me inside.