Here’s to the Night

It’s a both lonely and exhilarating to sit Out at a spot like this and watch the dark shadows come creeping in. The sunset had been incredible, especially watching it on the icy surface of the water. The illumination was like a hot pink fire spreading its glow across the sleek surface. I think a lot. I thought about my brother on this particular night. My older brother who is 4 years older than me and is someone I admire so much. Before he joined the army at 18, we stayed up late into the night watching the shadows come - jist like this. Except instead of bundling up against the icy Colorado mountains like I was for this picture, we slapped mesquitos off our arms and wipes the hot humidity of Texas off our foreheads. The shadows were the same though and so were the twinkling galaxies of stars. We’d talk about everything under the sun, what we wanted to do with our future, what we’d do and where we’d go. Years have passed since then, I feel like a stranger to myself. As much as I remember my brother I remember myself as a different person. It’s a melancholy feeling... Maybe it’s because we are so far apart now In distance. Or maybe its Because those late night conversations haunt me like an old medley playing in a discarded music box. It’s beautiful song Of hope and youth. I like to replay it in my mind...

” Here’s to the night we felt alive, here’s to the tears you knew we cried, here’s to goodbye tomorrows gonna come too soon...” - Eve6