Trois

I felt so motivated when I saw that specific picture of a sunset somewhere.

So yeah. Damn, I'm lucky.

I remember a time my frail, virgin mind watched the crimson sunrise. I imagined what it might find. After all, life was filled with wonder. I felt the warm wind blow. I felt that I must explore the boundaries, transcend the depth of winter's snow. Innocence was caressing me. I never felt so young before; there was so much life in me, still I longed to search for more. But those days are gone now. I changed like a leaf on a tree, blown away forever into the cool autumn breeze. The snow has now fallen and my sun's not so bright. I struggle to hold on with the last of my might. In my den of inequity, viciousness and subtlety, I struggle to ease the pain; struggle to find the sane. With ignorance surrounding me, I've never been so filled with fear. All my life's been drained from me, and the end is drawing near...