Hirobenhito

What if we’re not promised tomorrow? What if the last thing we ever see is the sunset we took for granted, the one we never bothered to glance at for years? Suddenly, its light blinds your eyes, and you see the oasis it creates in the distance, glimmering with all the regrets you stored away from the light of day. If I knew that moment was all I had left in this life, I would cut out a piece of it and tuck it safely into my pocket. I want to preserve that ephemeral beauty, and for once, I want to keep it to myself, even just for a day. I want to claim it as mine, knowing no one can take it away from me. Even though I know its warmth will eventually surrender to the coldness of night, and its golden radiance will be swept away by the darkness of a moonless sky. For once, I want to silence the voices that tells me to put it back, that tells me, “You will regret.” Let’s put an end to that, because this time, I know there will be no tomorrow and there will be no more use for this fleeting evening glow.