08/09/2025
Thereβs something about sunsets that feels personal to me.
Maybe itβs because, as an empath, I canβt just look at them, I feel them. The sky slowly shifts from gold to deep orange, then to shades of violet, like itβs wearing every emotion itβs carried throughout the day.
I watch the sun sink and I think of all the people Iβve crossed paths with, their joys, their heartbreaks, the quiet things they never said out loud. Somehow, I carry pieces of them with me, just like the sunset carries the light of a day it canβt keep.
And maybe thatβs the magic of both, the ability to hold light and darkness in the same moment, and still be beautiful.
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