Sunset

I used to feel so utterly alone. The tempuratures rose at alarming rates. I cried and I cried. Was this the end or was the sun in my eyes?

I used to hate my very existence. Even sturdy trees began to waver in this heat. Who was I to withstand? My very existence decided to melt before my eyes.

But then I saw a sunset more beautiful than my eyes had ever known. Orange engulfed every surface as the evening sun began its descent. The trees and buildings became nothing but silhouettes before the stunning backdrop of a sky. A swirling cloud of neon burst up from the horizon and guided my eyes to the stars slowly waking up as a afternoon turns to twilight somehow.

A cool breeze blew away that warm orange light, and the cool blue night took hold. But the fact that something so beautiful exists gave me hope.

If a sunset can take place every night without fail, and if the stars shine out for me, I can trust in a love that's more beautiful than any sorrows or misery.

I've had a rough time, but I've made it through this day. Maybe when you come, you'll make a sunset to carry us far away.

We'll be far away from the troubles of the steaming midday sun, and we'll get to admire a sunset for ages before the day is done. And when the stars come out, the day will be but a memory, a ghost of some horrible past. The moon will be our guide, and we will be together at last.