The Sunset I Just Realised

When I stroll through the front door

There is no mother pestering me.

Telling me I’m eating as slow as a sloth

And I have to study soon.

No countdown on my calendar

Until the Selective High School Test.

I’m lost

I don’t know what to do.

My homework-less study desk

Seems clean for the first time.

Instead, I take out a book sitting on the shelf

As dusty as my childhood album.

I sit on the couch, positioned comfortably on the balcony

It’s as soft as cotton candy but as tough as metal.

It has survived all the seasons so far

Summer, autumn, winter, spring and summer again.

Colour sneaks into the sky, creating a gradient artwork

As bright as a peacock showing off its feathers.

But the confidence of the peacock slowly dims

Before a shower of white specks blankets the sky.