Hazy Sky

I watched the sun goes down. The blue sky turned slightly darker. Red and orange glows filled the sky. It felt like they always told me that an ending can be beautiful. It was. I always enjoyed watching such beautiful sunset. But that day was so different. The sky was already darkening even before the sun was setting. The sky turned grey, the white clouds were also turning grey. The air felt colder, and the wind blew stronger. As if the darkness was finally creeping above the light. Thus, I couldn't see the sun nor the sunset at that day. It felt gloomy. Sad. Dark.

When it was clear that the day had turned to night, the atmosphere lingered like that. The night sky was barely visible. I couldn't even see the stars. Not even the moon was visible to my eyes. The night sky was hazy. And soon, the sky got the best of me. As it grew darker and colder, so was I. I wondered how long should I endure this darkness. How many more of this I could take. I was still trying my best at life, yet none of my efforts seemed to work. I wondered if the sky was a sign from the universe or the reflection of how sorrowful my life was.

Feeling disappointed, I went back to my room. I couldn't even feel anything as the wind continued to blew here and there. I curled myself on my bed with my blanket covering my body. I began to lose my feelings. It was like I was drown in this darkness. Somehow, I couldn't enjoyed the latest sunset which I witnessed. Not long after that, the sky was turning darker. It had been a week since then. I tried my best not to indulge, but I felt my life getting thinner. My mind was no longer getting restless, for it had been too tired to think about anything else. I gradually became numb as the darkness crept over my soul. I wondered whether this darkness would take my soul away, or would I miraculously manage to endure this somehow.