I hate sunsets.
I've always hated it.
The feeling of remorse and hopelessness overcomes me every time I witness it.
But as I stare at the sky, with the people I care about, I mused and wondered if I was wrong.
Its golden light cast a shining glow that brightened up the place.
Its golden light cascaded over my face.
Blushing sun as round as a ball dancing behind the windows.
She is kissing the clouds every time my gaze fell upon them.
The humming noise drip into my ears as I marvel at the beauty of the sky. Does the sun convey meanings I never thought about?
Does the sun also cry from being alone?
But as I watch the turning of the night, I smiled.
Sunsets don't convey regret and hopelessness.
Sunsets don't signify loss.
Because even in the nighttime, the Sun is still there hiding beyond the clouds, watching the human race as we fall into slumber.
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04-01-22
