Getting to a Better Place

I went skateboarding in the sunset, and the greyness of the sky afterward reminded me of the emptiness I feel most of the nights. Missing numerous sunsets is the cause of my misery because I need the orange glow to keep my soul alive in the monotone darkness.

I REALLY NEED IT. I NEED TO MAKE IT A MISSION TO GO OUT AND SEE EVERY SUNSET.

I will do it! It’s how I can become better. My personal voice awakens in the sunset, and the dark thoughts get pushed into the background and I finally feel like I’m ready for life.

The Nice Things (a poem)

none of this belongs to me

i walked amongst the nice things;

the pure blue sky and the creamy sunshine,

the eloquent shadows stretching on the road

relaxing with the glowing green leaves.

but I saw my smile

in the emerald sparkles deep in the bush

and the red shyness of the new born leaves.

how can i not accept

the cheers of those creatures

an embodiment of my happiness

memories.