–81: “that was the thing. you never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.”

sunsets always held lots of meaning to me: they were always a beautiful sight to behold, a conclusion to the day, a spark of hope for a better tomorrow, an artistic inspiration for a better blend of colours in a technicolour life (and whatever else you may interpret it as) but for today, the sunset…