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During sunset,

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During sunset,

There is a time,

When all the colors of the skies,

Whirl together,


in dark pastels, cerulean, and incandescents.

But this time around

The birds flock together due west.

And the lights of the cars take over early.


But I still remember the moments of midday.

When both of you walk on the tallest fields of grass,

Lurking upon the vast rivers of lahar.

Speaking to each other's minds, and promising the fullest of life.


But just like the day,

Life needs to set

To meet the darkness of the night.

To face the fears that plague us.

Even if it means death.

Even if it means death

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Entry #39

We watch things as they claw their way into our systems, some pass away, some dissolve like the setting sun.

Nonetheless, life is worth the experience.

This place stands in a fertile crescent where the sunset's parting shadow lay equal in all directions. 

I used to live near a place where one of the worst volcanic activity recorded in mankind occurred, I remember stories of young and old imprinted on textbook surfaces, recounting the harsh damages of the eruption. 

One, in particular, is set years after the disaster. Two worlds of three men collided into a heartbreaking story about young love.

I remember watching the film made about their story, how it resonates to me every now and then.

How it made me feel like it was my own memory.

3/03/19


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