you were my daylight.
i was a mere infant
who, at the crack of dawn
of his very first day outside the womb,
immediately, stupidly fell in love
with the warmth the daylight provided
and abandoned fear and doubt
in the presence of the light it shone.
sadly, though
that was short-lived
as i learned more about the daylight.
fact number one
the daylight shines upon every single one
there is no such thing as favoritism
and thus
you must never, EVER
think you're special
fact number two
the daylight can burn you
spend too much time basking in its light
and the feeling's comparable to
a moth burned by the very flame
that it is helplessly drawn to.
as i gathered more facts
i soon realized that dusk was soon approaching
but i never wanted to lose this feeling.
but, as all things go,
powerless against the constant flow of time,
desperately crying, screaming
for my daylight not to go away
it just left.
i wonder what new things dusk can bring.
interesting
this doesn't feel like a poetry piece..... but i'll post it anyway.
