The Dawn or The Dusk?
It seems to be the fall. The optimism about its rise is falling to the ground. The wings that tethered itself to the faith will never see the skies again. Everything is losing its coated color. The true color outshines. Hope seems to be dying. I can feel something now with my hands swimming through the air. It's a gate leading to somewhere. A place with the darkest of light. It could either be the dawn or the dusk with the sun down. Only Time will tell and heal.