Creative Practice Day 50

As many days as I can, I try to see the sunset

It's not a requirement.

though saying I'm fine without it is a lie

Some months went by

and no sunsets were beheld

I nearly died

I do not mean to say I got sick

or began to lose my mind

but the part of me that feels

had withered up inside

I was a husk

moving, yes

but bankrupt of all sensation

then I had a memory

like a single drop

of yellow-orange-pink

That day I found the sunset again

feeling came and sat next to me

grabbed my hand, and bade me follow

Now I stand

outside the store I'm at

and shirk for just a moment

to watch the sun set,

and to feel again.