night had come faster then he realized.
when night comes, voices stop.
he'd have liked to say a few last words.
his heart had just been the sunset. red and yellow, but not for too long.
like the sun, it had been a glorious blue day.
but like the sun, the end had been a pain.
they say the sun is carried by gods in a chariot.
I wish I had caught the chariot tonight, leaving a not for you.
A note that drops on you when the sun wakes up tomorrow and fast runs across the sky.
A note that said what i told, only better and many more times again.
This note could be the one I just wrote,
reaching you
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