The heat of the sun shines upon my face,
a reminder of my unattainable longing for your warmth —
that radiant aura of life
that made even the brightest sun
look pale in comparison.
It makes me want to cower in dark corners,
to make myself so small, so insignificant,
that time might simply let me wither,
and your words — sharp and soft all at once —
might finally lose their echo.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 1:12 PM UTC
The heat of the sun shines upon my face,
a reminder of my unattainable longing for your warmth —
that radiant aura of life
that made even the brightest sun
look pale in comparison.
It makes me want to cower in dark corners,
to make myself so small, so insignificant,
that time might simply let me wither,
and your words — sharp and soft all at once —
might finally lose their echo.
