Horizon
Looking up at the sky, red, as if the blood of all the missed opportunities was washing away the sun, drowning the world in darkness. But hopeless as it may seem to some, the night brings shelter to all those haunted souls who lost their will to carry on, so they can gather new strength for the next day when more dreams will be destroyed, but also new hopes will be born when the cleansed sun returns. And i will look up again to the horizon.