As the sun sets
A wash of colour seems to ever so slowly pour over the sky
Tangy orange...
Vibrant violet...
And cotton candy pink seep through the clouds upon the horizon
Baby blue and a slight hint of mint green drift with your eyes
Searching...
Outward as well as within
The loniness that you now carry with you is so silent
It cuts you so fine that you don't even realize it...
Simplicity has fled...
And the question begs to be answered
How do we make our lives so complicated without oven trying?
Because the true truth is what matters
It cannot, and will not be ignored
That we all live with the residue of our choices...
As well as the consequences of our actions.
© 2011
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