i chase sunsets.

i feel like i am chasing the sunset,
desperately trying to grab hopes and dreams.
but at the end of the day, when the sun sets,
when i've chased it all the way to the beach and stand staring at the horizon,
i am no more closer to it than when i saw it outside the bathroom window.
after running for an hour on the treadmill, i am still in the living room, staring at the TV, sweat dripping down my neck.
my hands are outstretched, blind, grabbing at what i can never have.




that sunset on Monday-- watching the clouds turn from white to pink to orange to black--reminded me of what i've been chasing endlessly. i chase sunsets. i chase my dreams and hope that one day, the sun will freeze when the sky is on fire.
and i'll be able to take the perfect picture.