When the sun's color is a mixture of yellow and orange.
When its flame is overpowered by smoke.
When animals retreat to their shelters to embrace rest after a whole day of being up and about.
When all our sentences demand full stops, not caring whether they make any sense.
When Eden falls, our eyelids heavy with sleep, our ears crave silence from the loud abyss.
Around us, the sounds - the chirping, giggles, laughs, grunts, revvs, buzzing, clanking; all evidence that the globe still revolves.
We are left wondering if we ever meant anything in the first place.
After going around life with a hefty weight on our shoulders, certain that the sands of life will show our heavy footprints, cementing our significance and immortality for eternity.
Then, like car tyres that shoot out without a warning, our journey stops abruptly.
Like jumping out of a ship and expecting both the ocean water and the ship to stay still and wait for us to align ourselves with them.
Just a normal day for the other inhabitants of the world, but for us, it's that day.
A few seconds to straighten our lives when we had decades to do so.
A moment to fit millions of priceless moments.
A few words are allowed when we want to write a speech.
Sleepless nights scheming on how to get more, but now we are awfully awake.
Left to ponder how that one last breath will taste.
How the last words that are formed by our weary tongues and dry mouths will imply.
Approaching a moment of truth - will we vanish from this world only to find ourselves in another? Lose our loved ones in this world, only to be reunited with those who had preceded us?
That last light to welcome the long night.
The long rest.
Will we ever wake up from it?
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