sunrises are the most calming of times as well as the most beautiful. you were beautiful but like every golden sun, you burned the brightest and fell the furthest. you really were my shooting star.
And like all shooting stars, they crash and burn..
Weeping skies of sunset.
my sunsets are sinister, the reds bleeding across the blues and staining the sky a crimson red, dying and being swallowed by the dark. golden yellows turning a copper brown and neon orange turned to rust, worn out by the days work and lulled to sleep by the nights lonely and haunting charms. what are your sunsets like? like mine, violent and unforgiving? or are yours a beautiful silence?
i hope yours isn't like mine but the time of silence and calm that i wished you had before you left this world to walk another path.
