Desiderium

In the evening redness of the sky on a hot summer evening the world just feels bleak. The macrocosm is chaotic. The labyrinth one meanders never seems to end. A being encapsulated by bewilderment of their own existence cannot be calmed by the cool breezes and the evening sky that come by after a seemingly never ending day of hot summer. It soothes the skin, sure, it was burning earlier. However, it only makes the scenery more jarring. The day went by...the evening is here...soon the night arrives . Through it all an echo thunders, 'it will never change'.