Twilight

Time is Short

I have decided to write down about my life.  Every life is special; short, long, sophisticated, simple, active, stagnant, known, unheard of...to think that someday it will end makes me want to fill it with days that will bring me to a happy end.  Why only now? it must be the mirror, when I look at it, the same person I look at everyday shows changes, giving me the thought of the majestic sunset inevitably finishing a day. 

If death can be compared to sunset, it is not grim anymore.  It will come and it is, glorious!