I am definitely more sunset than sunrise. There's something about the darkness that comes along with the sunsettig. The excitement of the moon rising and being to stare into the stars. Something so beautiful about the night, that cannot be replaced by the day. The thought of families and friends reuniting, the realisation that you're just.... hours away from gore dream world. A world that I love to bits, but yet struggle to reach to every night. This wrapped, over exhausted mind. I find it easier to look at the sun as it leaves, intimidated , sad yet calm and somewhat promising - than I do to look at it when it arrives... fiery , fierce and over confident... maybe some of us relate to darkness more. Maybe that's where we build our homes. Maybe the warmth of the orange sky is too romantic for me to fantasies about the rise. Though I hate good byes , I guess this one's the one I say everyday , assured that it'll be back again tomorrow , just to let me sit down as I watch it leave all over again. There's something agonising romantic about the sun leaving me day after day, that turned the miseries of goodbyes into sweet pain.
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