I Had Missed Too Many Sunsets Hurting In Silence

I Had Missed Too Many Sunsets Hurting In Silence

I had missed too many sunsets hurting in silence.  To this day, the sky is in a graying shade of blue. To this day, it is mournful and decaying over me — or inside me, I do not know.  I had lost count of the months I shunned the sunsets and headed straight — disgracefully, to the arms of the dusk. Besides, falling apart looked harsher, and messier, and more vivid in the light. And so I had missed too many sunsets; this too, is becoming a wound.  I wish I were kinder to myself.  I wish I could forgive myself.
—fray narte

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