Dusky#3 Dusk

The sun was setting, leaving behind a panorama of colours in its wake. Ignoring the ringing of the doorbell, she sat in her balcony, staring at the sunset. Because that’s what she did when her heart craved to be told that her life wasn’t as big as she thought it was, and that she wasn’t really important enough in the magnificent universe. We humans always look for an escape, after all. It is a relief to be told that our lives and sins don’t really matter. The sun was almost lost behind the buildings, and the shades of saffron would soon be overcome by the greed of the violet. And so, shall night set in, bringing with itself the velvety blackness, perturbed only by the little bright spots of light brave enough to try to break through, all trying to be what hope is to the depressed, what a crumb of bread is to the starved, what a small smile is to the hated. It wouldn’t calm the need, only fuel it. And there would be hopeless chaos.
If only she knew that the words her mind created in one single glimpse, were not a description of the sky, but the reflection of her own self and the destruction she left in every heart that loved her, she would know, that the dusk matched her skin… and soul.