The sun is setting a little faster than usual. With the way he’s been heating up the place, I’d be in a hurry to rest if I were him. Of course the sun never stops burning, and the moon, no matter how beautiful she is, will never kiss a lonely child goodnight. I wish she did. I wish it were true. Because today seems lonelier that most, and the evening makes days like these even worse.
Thoughts on value and the things we treasure.