Sunset.

12-30-2007

I Want To Be In the Sunset

For as long as I can remember, I have felt the need to be in the sunset. I want so badly to feel and experience the entire splendor which I see from it. The clouds are vibrant because of the sun. The clouds are actually what I am most interested in. The clouds are what make sunset take my breath away and make me jealous of the sky surrounding the clouds at that time. I just want to be there, to feel it, to be beautiful, to be soft, and to be stunning. The clouds take on a life they are not capable of supporting on their own. They need the sun, and the sun makes them what I treasure most. I want to be the clouds so that I too can feel the warmth of the sun. I am too far. I am too much apart of this world. I don’t want to be. I never wanted to be. As a child, I would have much rather chosen to be in the sunset than to be in the world. It seems better there. It seems undistracted. It seems cherished. It seems like it is everything I want so badly. It seems sacred. It is peace. It is not confusing. The sunset is not confusing at all. It comes everyday. There are, of course, different sunsets, but it still comes, once a day, every single day of life.