Does the Sun have its own heartbreaks?
How does it persevere
And rise every single morning?
Although it's not always appreciated and seen.
How can the world go on turning
When your life has been turned
Completely upside down?
How do birds still fly
When your spirit falls so hard?
When they get a view of all the pain and suffering happening?
(Sheds a new perspective on a bird's-eye-view doesn't it?)
How do flowers still grow
When your love for them wilts?
And they are taken for granted?
How do instruments still make sound
After years of neglect and misuse?
How does the earth recover after wars?
Does it feel the weight of the bodies
Laid in it for eternal rest?
And the tears shed by their loved ones?
How do we continue to live
Continue to laugh
Continue to walk
Continue to eat
Continue to sleep
Continue to complain
Continue to cry
Continue
When there are battles and deaths happening
As you read and I write this...
How can survivors of war and Bui Doi - the dust of life
Rise every morning with the Sun?
Only to be plagued with memories and anxieties?
How, after break ups
Can people love again?
How can your heart shatter into a million pieces
And get stepped on and used by careless people,
And when you finally patch it up again,
Shatter into a million more.
And how can you still be surprised when it happens?
And how can the world be indifferent
Every time it happens?
How can your world come crashing down before your eyes
And the rest of the world see, feel and hear nothing?
How?
A.N. The photo - once again - has nothing to do with the text it just looked aesthetic and the text is talking about the sun and the paint is yellow? AAYyYYyYyyyyyyyyyy. Sorry I've been dead for ages. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯