Every sunset defines a story. Every cloud blurs and dies tells a way of life. It shows us how unusual life is. How unpredictable reality is. And exactly how stubborn we are to its changes.
It shows us how we keep thinking that sunset is the same when it isn’t and it is actually screaming at us. Yelling that another day has passed and we haven’t lived. We haven’t loved and we haven’t dreamt.
If we have, then not enough.

Sunsets and other regrets, Invictus
Copyright @ 2015, Irum Zahra

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Photo by: Khurram Shahbaz

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