Sunset

As I sit here with half a cig left, I take time to look up at the sky. I watch as the sun quietly retreats behind the deserts horizon. And as the the sun bleeds out the last of its oranges and reds, I can't help but think that this might be the last sunset I ever take for granted again. And as I sit here, desperately trying to just enjoy the moment, I can't help but think that all the moments that make life worth living are just moments. They live and die, like the ritual of the sun.

The moments gone. The Sun has set and as I'm engulfed in the familiar, lonely darkness of night, I can't help but think, the sun will rise again.