I like sunsets, I've been a big fan of sunsets, a great admirer, if you will. You know, sunsets are just like liking someone. Like seeing a sun set, you never know, or rather you can never pinpoint where the sunset looks the best, where it's just right. You always endup thinking it looks the best right now, which keeps changing. The same is with love, unfortunately. You can never put a finger on where it came from, where it's the best. Right? Or is it just me?
Although in a sunset you can always tell when it's ending, the lights get dim, the clouds start to disappear, and you can just tell it's going...until it's gone. What remains are memories of how the sunset looked, you couldn't preserve it. Well, I couldn't. I feel like it's the same with love, U can never pinpoint but you can tell when its going away from you.
Oh man, sunsets....imagine how beautiful it must be to make everything mundane around it look beautiful. The warm pink haze, some buildings that look the best in sunsets as their windows reflect the light. The train passing by while you can look thru it at the setting sun.
Saw the sun set today, beauty of sunset is, it sets- maybe it'll be there again tomorrow, maybe a different color. Doesn't mean I forget this one, do I?
