For a long time,
I always disregarded the sunset,
categorising it as tedious as all the overrated things in the world were.
I always wondered how the ordinary sight of the dusk made everybody feel so many different things at once,
until one day…
when I had no where to go and home was a place I didn’t know anymore
I walked by the sea, my feet sinking into wet sand, half as much as my heart did.
I walked, with all the pieces of a lump in my chest, now in my hand, shattered.
I stood still, wondering if I should throw away my remnants or put them differently again,
build another me, that I don’t recognise
but eventually get to know,
I almost decided to throw away what was left of me, just when the sun sank too.
Empathy was a far fetched truth to me,
To me it did not persist.
but I watched as the sun drowned into the ocean of despair and my heart drowned along,
in its own tide, but I didn’t smother
Perhaps it meant I hadn’t stopped breathing under water after all.
The sun that sank with me, left in me a hope as it let time render it darkness,
A hope that it sure may drown today, and become the night
but it rises through it all,
and I should… I should rise too.