I wait for the night. Tears flood my eyes when the sun sings silently as it bows down to the distant horizon.Â Darkness erases the crimson sky and casts forth a glitter of brilliant light. The night sky’s iridescent perfection. My body is weightless in their presence. But nothing lasts. Even the stars cannot defy death.
Surrender to the dark.
Nature is simple in its complexity. Pure. Flawless. Even in its destruction, it’s perfect. Most people see fires and tornadoes and floods as something to fear and hate, but I see something to admire. Nature does not mourn loss, nor does it fear renewal. No regrets.
We should all be so lucky.
I want to allow the darkness in. Overwhelm me. Consume me. Destroy me. All I have to do is give in, and I can watch the color drain from my body and the light from my eyes. Every day I fade, slowly becoming nothing but a distant memory. Colors no longer saturate my world as they once did, music no longer sparks a fire in my soul, and a soft breeze no longer fills me with a sense of quiet satisfaction. My passion for life, love, nature is lost inside a broken mind. Masked by disheartenment and a need to be remembered… this desperation to have a moment that makes everything worth it… one perfect moment.
If not in life, then in death.