Decay - Day Fifty Three

The sunset. Why, of all the hours of the day, does it bring beauty and sadness?

Everything beautiful is a fleeting memory. Its short life leaves the magic behind in the mind. And thus, all beauty comes with nostalgia and sadness.

He again realizes the void in his soul. Another day, and he detaches a bit more from the world.

There was never a god in him. Nor forgiveness ever met his soul. Idle existence, floating in the void.

Idle, idle...