01.10.01 - 21:43:56

"The city sun set over me."

i wish some things didn't hurt so much.

like the sky, when glancing at it is like swallowing blue, breathing pure fine tinge of color that somehow makes gravity a crime, because it keeps you apart from something you just -must- fucking touch.

some blue some goddamned blue so infused with light that even as night falls it bleeds from the porous atmosphere for those who can see. and breathing is such a gift that tears sting your eyes, and you lose you way as you try to stalk fast through the frigid twilight from your office to your car.

and you lose you way and find yourself wandering into the sunset, holding a hushed and holy breath and praying and yearning to wander into the fissure of falling gold on the western horizon, some wound of fire that rips it all away and makes everything so briefly clear.

and steals your voice and your heart, again and again and again, and reminds you, ungently and without remorse, how much bliss hurts, and how lovely it all must be.

and you find yourself walking into sunset.

and you don't even feel the cold.