Sunset on Mars

The sun begins to lose its light
Sounds surround me but the world feels silent
The weight of memories presses down upon me
Not the ones I have but the ones I’ll never



Surely you know it is almost always chance

Even though our mind likes to pretend otherwise


While being told that the choices you’re making are the wrong ones is something I’m intimately familiar with, it’s only when I heard of someone else facing the same that I found my impulsively writing that which follows…