The sun tells me I'm alive, and that I have lived. But this is for the suicide of words I once wrote. I find something beautiful about it, and maybe even a bit lonely. I just hope it's calm under the waves of my oblivion. I hope to be the ache and s...
Each of us is trapped in gloomy sunsets and sorrow embers. And the clockwork sun returned and its another day, come and gone, and gone and come again with familiar-faced stars who never respond. Still, maybe most of us are still wondering how we end up here.
Can you imagine being lost at the sea? Adrift and exposed, not knowing where you headed or how far you have wondered from home. You've heard birds who forget its flight and how even in the hopeless days, they never stop searching the horizon. Waiting. Hoping.
Keep going. This is not where our story ends. Find rescue. Save yourself. Find your way back home or reach your destination. Tell them about the distances, the depths, the dangers you overcame. Tell them all those hopeless suns you survived, filled with hope.
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