A few months earlier....
My sunset is beautiful. I know that everyone thinks all sunsets are pretty, but the prettiest one is mine. My sunset, is the sunset you can see from the meadow every evening. Streaks of strawberry pink swoosh through satiny gold spots, and you can almost forget where you really are when you're staring at it. I walk to this spot every night at the same time to see this miracle of nature. That's what it is, a miracle. It's a Miracle that this god awful world could create such a wonderful thing.
The world I live in is not MY world. My world concludes of sunsets, and smiling faces, and happiness. That's not the REAL world of course. It's all in my hopes and dreams-and my head. The real world is far different from that, for it's filled with scary people, old buildings, and darkness.
It's so dark that it's brighter out when the sun's setting.
A miracle I tell you.
