When the sun makes the rolling hills its grave
The sun turns from a screaming orange
To a midnight blue
I feel in myself, a remembrance
A piece of who I am is sparked
Like flint on steel
A part of me feels at peace
While the rest pours emotions
Dreams seem achievable
Goals seem reachable
Segments of my mind excite
Motivation once buried, is now alive
I can breathe deeply
I see the world, not corrupt
But thriving while conducting undeniable hardships
As I look at the night sky
It becomes clear to me
That sometimes you need a little bit of silence and patience
To see the good in things
This neutral feeling of peace lasted only a little while. I decided to take advantage of it while it lasted