Burning skies
The sun hits the horizon in the distance just right.
Burning Everything in sight
Everything turns orange, then pink, and then Nothing exists at all.
Just you and me.
A very teal noise
The sun hits the horizon in the distance just right.
Burning Everything in sight
Everything turns orange, then pink, and then Nothing exists at all.
Just you and me.
Imperfection feels warmer at the end of the day.
Staring too long at neon leaves a ghost behind.