The setting sun

After a rigorous ride in the woods in which I thought we were lost, we made it out of the woods to be greeted by the sunset. Watching it slowly sink into the field, I felt the sorrow inside me grow as the moon rose.... knowing the day was almost over and the next would be full of feelings of lost, not knowing what to do as half of myself departs. The sunset was beautiful though my thoughts were distracted by what was to come.

And so the days have come and past and the struggle to keep moving forward becomes somewhat less each day. Although the struggle not to disconnect arises as the only means by which to deal with an unwanted situation that I cannot change. The voice becomes rite inside my head, informing me that it is making me a stronger person. Though I welcome the chance to become a stronger person, I still become frustrated with that which I have no control but am affected by.

But instead I distract myself with the sunset and other memories I hold tight, so tight they would suffocate if alive, and think of the many more that have yet to come to light.