► FEEDBACK. @choash !!
there wasn’t a problem. nothing. everything was free of conflict, free of calculation. he didn’t plan to seek reservation in oneself. as much as he found appeal in people, strangers; anybody and somebody with a face and story to tell, the offer from within had declined. solitude to balance the mind was healthy! there should be no amounts of fear in the thought of loneliness. if one was comfortable in their own skin, learned to provide for the mind that wasn’t violent or gloomy, then they should give a chance at meditation. but not in the whole technical sort of aspect where your legs won't forgive you for quick-posing.
and here it is, the near ending spectra of daytime. his shadow is a grey casting silhouette from behind him, as he feels the moments of the sun seeping back into the earth. everything’s basking in warm colors: oranges, yellows, countless shades of gold, but it’s still cold. warm colors but cold feelings. how can that be?
then, when she speaks, he thinks to himself, ‘really? a few minutes?’ before seating himself down. “yeah?” he asks, but more so asking himself in a rhetorical manner. in his mind, he’s always a free thinker than a speaker. cold lampin’ with the sunset. he looks at her hesitantly. “what do you associate sunsets with? or better yet, what do you feel like when you watch them?” the words keep coming. there’s no restraint in them. “for me, i feel a little bittersweet. the day in light is practically over, so i have twelve hours left of darkness.” he lets the sun touch his face, alloyed with warmth. “what about you?”
