Every morning I go to see the sunrise, and some nights to see the sunset. During that time, I can't seem to feel. The next is always more beautiful than the last. But once I leave, the pain comes back, and I am alone once again. I am watching this star rise and set from millions of miles away and I am mesmerized by how its light can still reach us. I don't feel the pain when I'm watching, it's like I was never hurt at all. But what if this light is burning out? It's burned for so long what if it's had enough. Sometimes I wonder if that's what is happening to me. Have I finally had enough? This star, too, will die. Just like everything that had ever lived before. When exactly? I'm going to die. Maybe I could choose my own fate. But once I picked up the blade, I thought of the sun, and how I'd never see it again. I think of the times I go to the beach, and how I can't feel, and how I feel as if I was never hurt at all. I decided to put the blade down. The sun truly was the light at the end of the tunnel for me. I started seeing the beauty of the world like I saw it in the sun. The sun wouldn't burn out soon, and neither would I. I finally felt like I have something to live for.
oh jeez, i know this is probably really bad. i don't really take writing so seriously. it's more of a hobby, but i hope someone still liked it :)
if you wanna go ahead and tell me some things to make my writing better, i'd really appreciate it. xx
