Sunset.

I took down my hair and flew through the yellow lights. Each intersection had a woman on the corner, waiting for their chance to move. I flew to you.
Later, I ate with you but looked at the sky alone, with a quiet and sole interpretation.
I asked, “I wonder how many times we’ve looked at a sky, called it beautiful, and then completely forgotten it?” I asked.
You said. “All I heard was ‘completely forgotten’,” you said.
Grinning, I explained why that fleeting moment was ironic.
In that moment, we were the sky.

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Sunset.

Alright, Alright, Alright.

Raging optimism will always be my one, true vice.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love sarcastic quips and a good, salty smirk.  My eyes were born to throw daggers.  Deep down, however, my body runs on the naive confidence of a young girl that knows everything will turn out just fine.  Whether I leave this body tomorrow or 80 years from now, I will always believe two things.  1).  People, as a whole, are inherently good.  We all have a drive to be better individuals for the people around us.  2).  The world is beautiful.  I am not afraid to die and become part of it again.  My body will decompose and return to the cycle of life itself.  I will not be alive, but part of me will go on to be used by the most wondrous system.  I can’t fathom the secrets of the universe or the meaning of life, but I know everything’s gonna be alright.

Alright, Alright, Alright.