Despite the fading sun’s rays,
The bright glow in front of me shatters my eyes with lightning.
The shadows, unlike my words, seem to be the only thing progressing.
While the sky fills up with glittering lights, my mind only empties more,
As if each star is a representation of ideas drifting away,
As if the traveling time itself carries my energy with it
Far into a world with a growing collection of once bright days.
A place where the still days were taken for granted,
And non-existent was the idea of an extinguished passion.