sitti,ng its sunset youre clicking away. its getting dark and the breeze convincing you to go. you are your spirit, youre lookng at yourself but you see some one else. the colors change, you wonder how they got so beautiful. they fade and only become more beautiful. youre excited by the sight of the darkness. the air is dry. the dirt feels compact beneath your feet. the dust picks up the dust seems to be everywhere. its not so cold with your jacket on now. but now your feet feel too warm.
I feel a bit sad in front of something beautiful. i know ill see it tomorrow so why is now important. i know ill feel the same tomorrow.