Dusk

I feel the day ending as the sun sets,

The light getting dark, the birds chirping recklessly

The sorrow of something coming to an end

The anxiety of not knowing what’s coming next

The interim unrest between the pretty bright ball of orange light and the silvery shining beauty

I want the time to halt, to freeze to come to an end

To not change, I like no change; I like to make it stop

My heart churns inside and I feel heavy, eyes are burdened with the change that’s anticipated

I rather like the limbo

I want to procrastinate, to not believe

I want it to be the same like it was before

I want it to be bright and clear and full of life

What do I do, I am anxious, I am troubled but there is nothing I can do

I feel the sun setting  everyday with a part of me yearning for no change everyday