20/03/2022
Somewhere between sunsets, I asked myself:
“Am I a sunset or sunrise?”
It occurred to me while driving that I’m more of a sunset type of person, not the latter.
I am the sunset who never gets to meet the sunrise, no matter how long I’ve waited.
Why can’t sunrise and sunset be together?
Why can’t we enjoy both at the same time?
Why can’t it be both coffee and tea?
Why can’t it simply be you and me?
I chase sunrise but sunrise never chases me.
I hide.
I come out.
I ran away.
I stayed.
I find myself crawling back to the shore,
Until the sea breeze whispered,
“There’s nothing more!”
Somewhere between sunsets,
I’ve learned to dance with my flaws
Crash the waves and wash the fears
Never get wet with my bucket of tears
Sunsets taught me to hold on to every spark of hope that I can grab.
Moon taught me to embrace darkness.
As I watch the sun veiled by a thick cirrus of clouds, I learned to gradually fade.
Fade as if there’s no tomorrow
Fade because this life is borrowed
Whenever I see a fish gets caught,
I sigh!
To some, life is a battle never fought
Bliss turns to sorrows
Sorrows into bliss
In between sorrows and bliss
Could there be anything I missed?
Sun departs to kiss a brand new day
I am a beautiful sunset who rolls with the days in the calendar.
I’ve taught countless of stars to shine
Even the brightest star failed to make you mine.
I felt the sand between my toes
And so I wonder, “Where did all those years go?”
Somewhere between sunsets, the answer came to me:
I am a dazzling sunset.
A mystic sunset I will be.
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