The sun.
Is what we were.
The sun
died.
A radiant entity
too bright for others to
see clearly
or fully grasp its power
The sun.
Is what we were.
Beauty exploding
out of ourselves
Dimming, dimming
the light starts to leave us
until WE is nonexistent
Suddenly no one can
see anything
not even
themselves
I hope to someday
set myself alight
no matter what pain
it brings.
The sun must
shine someday
for me to see
myself once again.
I will live
in pain
in beauty
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Daniel Alexander Ryan / Blog
SunSong
The sun. Is what we were. The sun died. A radiant entity too bright for others to see clearly or fully grasp its power The sun. Is what we were. Beauty exploding out of ourselves Dimming, dimming the light starts to leave us until WE is nonexistent Suddenly no one can see anything not even themselves I hope to someday set myself alight no matter what pain it brings. The sun must shine someday for me to see myself once again. I will live in pain in beauty
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