Anther abstract metaphor for my feelings.
I feel like i'm approaching a metaphorical sunset. For example at the end of a day, the only thing you know for certain is that the sun will set, the moon and the stars and the darkness will come, and it is certain that you can look in the sky, and see the horizon where the colours meet and mix and the blue turns to pink and the pink fades to yellow and orange and then darkness. Thick black yet effortlessly beautiful attempting to cover all the mistakes and imperfections.
The sunset signals the end of a very long day, an era and a familiarity. It fools you though, it pretends to be picturesque and beautiful, when in fact this type of sunset is painful, hard and the worst nightmare of memories, but at least it is consistent and certain, uncertainty is a killer.
I might take a picture- at least then it might last longer. As you see, im clinging on too those last couple of hours of the light, the last few hours of clarity and living, before the sunset comes and takes it all away, and I fade into the insignificance and loneliness of the darkness: but to be honest I might even be there already. As I am trying to move back into the dawn, the sunset captures me.
My point is, you never know when the sunset will come, but when it does, the day will be over, you can never be in that time spectrum again, and the reflection of your long metaphorical day becomes nothing more than a memory.
Its nice being in the dark though, it gives you the opportunity to try and see the stars.
Or in my case, know they are there, but never seeming to be able to hold on to them and capture them.
