It's a fallacy when they say sunsets are beautiful. To me, there's nothing but agony painted in every tinge. No rosy reds, happy yellows or pretty tangerines, the sky burns in raging crimsons and boiling ochres. So I don't say how breathtaking it looks, this massacre calls out to me and I relate to its flaming hues in every way. Because my soul reignites in those shades each day. .
//Burning with the sky// (R.M)