I love the evenings. To be honest, if having the sunset on a cup was possible; I’d be holding it everyday. But instead, I have to get comfortable with just a kiss on the cheek by the golden sun that reclines.
However, the sun descends on a cloudy starless night. How I wish to have a cup filled with red-orange delightment.
Just imagine having a chalice of your own filled with fire. Hah! Imagine the envious face of the sky.
The sky well knowing that it will no longer bleed if it was possible for someone like myself to hold a chalice if mesmerizing gold of red.