Why is it when I look at the setting sun, all I can ever do is smile?
No matter how awful the day has been,
How many trials and tribulations I’ve suffered
There’s something about a sunset that makes me feel like home.
Like somehow, someone out there is watching that same sun, at the same time, smiling up at a perfectly wonderful sky.
Wondering, just when will my life begin to make sense?
For all the awfulness in the world, there’s just as much goodness in it, and that’s what a setting sun represents to me,
The Beginning of An End,
A Clean Slate to Start All Over Again.
About the Creator
Ciel Bleu
Aspiring writer with stories to share with the world.
écrivain en herbe avec des histoires à partager avec le monde.
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