"Sometimes, I'd like to drown in the sunset, in all of its imperfect and natural crevices, in its beauty. I'd like to scream out to the wavering sun and bid it farewell. I'd like to paint the purple clouds that hide the beautiful, ever-darkening, blue of the atmosphere filled with gases that waft towards my nostrils and allow me life. As the sleepy sun gives way to the waking Moon and its dark atmospheric companion, I sigh in relief as the darkness of the night engulfs me. Only the dim light of the Moon and the trillions of stars accompany me in my sorrowful fit. My tears are stained by the stark blur of the impending midnight rain that hugs my body and cools it, making me shiver at the contact. The Moon, the stars, and the rain are what keep me alive in my never-ending sorrow. And then, there was sunrise, the start of something new, fresh, and invigorating; a new day, a new beginning. The start of my healing process."
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Beyond Lines
PoetryA compilation of sorrowful, poetic, and deeply personal thoughts.
