mujun.day
Every sunrise is also the death of the night that held you.
Every sunrise is also the death of the night that held you.
To begin your day is to accept that it will end.
The brightest moment casts the darkest shadow beneath your feet.
The golden hour gilds only what is already fading.
The sky burns most beautifully in the act of going dark.
Rest requires surrendering to the very stillness you spent all day escaping.