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As we ride towards the sunset, I ask myself whether the end will ever come, whether the sunset is a place, a real place. An end to the rainbow. A place to rest, to die. This thought makes me stop. The others look back at me, no words. I am not ready, I say. Ed smiles, the hint of a smile, understanding, maybe. They ride on. I sit on my horse for a few seconds, while time stands still and my thoughts are frozen. Or melted, maybe. Then the air comes back into my lungs and something within me urge
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Title As we ride towards the sunset
As we ride towards the sunset, I ask myself whether the end will ever come, whether the sunset is a place, a real place. An end to the rainbow. A place to rest, to die. This thought makes me stop. The others look back at me, no words. I am not ready, I say. Ed smiles, the hint of a smile, understanding, maybe. They ride on. I sit on my horse for a few seconds, while time stands still and my thoughts are frozen. Or melted, maybe. Then the air comes back into my lungs and something within me urge
Work type Article
Tags desert, unconscious, waiting and here, death, soul searching
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Entry date Sep 25, 2024, 7:05 AM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author. Holder The Introverted Tree. Date Sep 25, 2024.
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