By: Juanita Rivera (10ºB)
I see it, the last sunset, as the golden hue touches my face.
Is there any way to describe it other than “ethereal”? The sun is slowly sinking, leaving a path so the colored clouds can follow, disappearing for the last time from the immense blue dome, as if running away from disaster.
I had never feared making mistakes; I lived without regrets. The only thing I feared was never being afraid, which might someday put me in danger. But right now, I am relieved I am not scared: I can see clearly.
It’s very euphoric, the peace and freedom that engulf me. A daydream, getting carried away by the lazy winds that escape without a rush, soaring the skies with no strings attached to reality. I have no worries even though I can hear screaming, far, far away. Simply, out of control. Everything is chaos, but my thoughts slip out of my mind like dust floating in the wind.
The sky cracks and turns as red as the soaked ground beneath my feet. The air smells like iron, strong and sickly sweet.
I stand alone, red immensity above, accepting.
The last day on earth.
I welcome it with open arms. It feels like a hug as the sky comes crashing down.
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