How could something so beautiful actually exist in the world? Something so pure and innocent and demure. Just gently glowing like a street light on a hazy night, with little pompom clouds of the happiest yellow floating in bliss. The last of the sun's rays just peeking over the edge of the mountains in the distance, the sun setting for another day. It's such a mundane thing to love, the sunset, but I don't think anyone could watch such a display without falling in love. The golden glow given to the world, the joy and the righteousness of the light that falls to caress the earth, the hands of something angelic and elegant brushing their hands against humanity.
I just couldn't fathom how, in such a world that we live in, that the heavenly light and radiance could touch it. The abhorrently serrated teeth of the Earth's mountains biting into the beauty of the sky, tearing and struggling to destroy the silken skirt of the heavens. The respite of the world, being consumed by the world. How?
How would any god allow this to be a possibility? Why create the epitome of delight only to let it be attacked viciously night upon night? That is cruelty of the highest form. That unjust treatment is what is wrong with the world. That and that alone.
(AN. this one is actually my favorite I think, but like, I dunno why)
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a Week's Worth of Sunsets
De TodoThese are a couple little descriptions I've done as part of a school project, and I'm quite happy with them. So, you know, why not post them?
