I sometimes look to the sunset and wish I could transport to the very point where the clouds meet and there is so much colour spreading, spreading fast from blue to grey from pink to orange, a hint of green with a murky cloud lurks.
I want to be the colour, I want to be the sky, I want to be lost in that sunset spinning spinning fast. I imagine my best moments will be hidden behind the contrast and here I will live out my days changing and looking beautiful at every second, slowly slowly slipping away going down but to me it would feel a lifetime and I’d disappear with the happiness of all that is good and pure.
Gone gone but not forgotten.
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