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Most of my time is spent missing moments. Moments that were taken for granted.
Every sunset I trap in time will never resemble another.
You tell me to look to the west. You want me to bask in the same glow. But, I will never see what you see. I will never feel warmth the way you do. The only thing we have in common - if we stare at the sun too long, we'll go blind. And being blind is pretty universal. This sunset, however, is not. Your vision to my vision is not.
And so when I reach out to the world with my eyes, I'm seeing my yellow. I'm seeing blue oceans that are green to you. Roses are not red.
How strange, then - that we can say - universally - what is beautiful and what is not. Which sunset will take your breath away.
What I'm trying to say is that you will never understand my world. As we cross paths, the invisible strings of fate forcing us to make eye contact, you'll see me in a different light than my mirror sees me. I'll be more pale. You will cast a shadow on my face like a cloud playing hide-and-seek among the Himalayas. And my smile may look like a frown. And you'll wonder if I thought you were worth a "hello" while I wonder why I didn't bother.