The sun lowers,
Colors of pink and orange glaze hazily
Across a bright blue future,
But darkness flows in hastily
Evening night. Cold damp and dark below.
But above, lays splotches, dots, sparkling sprinkles, splattered across the sky.
Which light do I follow? To which one do I fly?
For if I fly towards the wrong one, it would no longer be a glowing dot
But searing eyes.
Evening night, only to wait till dawn
Fighting for light, for sight, for air to fill my lungs.
Never to let my thought be, that I will never be strong.
Enough.
In the evening
