You know what. It’s 3am and I have anger surging through my body. I can’t dilute it any longer. I hear there was a great sunset tonight, I could see a pinky haze creeping around my building and I can’t miss another one. This photo was from the last one I saw and I’m holding onto this to remind myself I’ll see another. I will. And I’ll remember writing this as I look at it, breathing deeply, almost drinking it in to make it fully sink in that i made it to another sunset. Along with everyone else around me who has made the pilgrimage to feel the same thing.
It’s not about knowing life is short. Every night I go to bed thinking of the person I didn’t hug or reply to, the sunrise I did not see and the front door to my home that I didn’t open once
There’s only so much a heart can take. In