The Colors of Sunset

Floating, swirling
The colors seem too clean
All the day’s torture
And the noises
Are like washed away
Sunsets aren’t just to see
They are to feel
The mirror you look into
When you re-roll your reel
The colors speak
To some, they are satisfying
To others, a reason to cry
To take out everything
All at once
Or just keep it inside
Have a look again as it comes
Part of the sky is blue
Fading away, watching it’s doom
The pink part
Settling with things
The grip getting loose
And the magic ends too soon
No surprise..
I’d better keep everything inside
Let things be locked
Create a whole new sky
Paint my own colors
Let no one else decide
Coz this is my sky
My sunset
And I’ll make it last
Until I die.

Originally posted on July 6, 2020