It’s as complicated as you want it to be. Petals of burnt umber horizon, at ease with the fluidity of time, scatter themselves so as to make city streets seem brighter; how did I not see them before?
I can feel it. Much more, than I could before the first time it seized me, roughly so, by the shoulders. The air is sweet, but mouth? My mouth is dry. It is parched like the land that awaits the promise of life-giving rain. You see, emotions are a form of bio-chemical account that exist in all living things; but too much, can leave one as wild horses in need of a soul whisperer.
Not a bouquet or chocolate tart, I ask for empathy that resides within your heart. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It caters to those who need its light. Undoubtedly.
Photo credits: Scenic View of Mountains During Dawn, Pexels.
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