on some days, missing you is like a sunset. it's a wide frame of the warm sun dissolving in hues of orange, pink and purple. it stills wild hearts and silences roaring minds. it feels like nostalgia of the good days - the one that makes you smile and makes you want to just rewind. on other days, missing you is a roaring thunderstorm. it befalls when you least expect it and destroys everything else in its wake. it drenches you until you are left trying to remember what the sun felt on your shivering skin.