There was an immense amount of colors that filled the bright and luminescent sky. In front of me were abstract, colorful rays of sunshine ready to depart on an adventure to the other side of the world. Around us were a couple of forlorn birds whose faces portrayed an eerie element of avidity to elude from what appeared to be their most appalling nightmare. During our final moments of light, our eyes locked in a vast instant, questioning whether we were interchangeable members of each other’s lives waiting for one of us to betray the other. And on the anticipated moments of darkness falling through the clouds, the chains that bound us to our existence together gradually disintegrated into the gloom.
Every moment of that sunset we encountered shocked our equilibrium as we waited for the other to speak. Who goes first?
At least 4000 painful seconds had passed in which our thoughts possessed our youthful minds. When one of us parted their lips in preparation to speak, we were struck by numerous signals of our own hearts beating viciously. Among us were precarious teenagers, stressed adults, and elders simply content to still be alive, all joined by the agonizing essence of loneliness.
By the time the sky had faded to purple , our minds have ceaselessly started roaring with thought. The darkness of the sky has briskly worsened as its orange undertones are swiftly commencing attempting to evaporate into the setting sun. The uproar of our sudden emotion becomes serene as we begin to embrace the darkness closing in on us.
We both decide that our love for each other is boundaryless; so, we gather our strengths to combat the journey of our romanticized relationship. Venturing out into the darkness, we entered a state of composure. The sky is growing darker, trapping us into a state of vulnerability, a horrifying confinement that exposed the inner workings of our minds.
Suddenly one of the many emotions we confronted between the fascinating parameters of our shattering encounter triggers a thought in my mind, sinking back in as if it is a hopeful penny being thrown into a fountain. In that moment, we realize that we are not vivid objects of each others imagination, this is real. The sun has set again .
This was by far the hardest essay I wrote all year, imitating Fitzgerald’s work is something thats hard to match up to and to be quite honest I had no clue where I was going with it. One reason I do enjoy this essay was because I think it’s one of the more creative pieces of I’ve written and it’s personal but not to a point where I feel like I’m oversharing. All in all, I think I made creative word choices and I think it’s open to interpretation.