When hope simmers down and despair sets in, Look up. See beyond the clouds, Past the sunlight, Into the abyss, And receive the abundance that lies above, The universe loves you, You're here for a reason, Embrace your individuality.
As the days grow long And nights shrivel to hours The feeling of little sunflowers In the eversinking sunlight Bloom softly among Lonely, setting summer skies
lately i've been mourning something. i think i miss loving myself. i grieve for the girl of sunlight and pride. she is not here anymore, what has taken her place feels like the fog of no man's land.
Is this what writers do? Conjure the worst then set you there, contorting to listen for the beauty that sings in suffering? Your boiling body fights, trembling and next to you in darkness, brooding I see the struggling and the worst and imagine your beauty
as a memory that enters a room full of mourners- sunlit breeze captured in billowing fabric which turning and holding there for a moment lets you go as the tears and the chatter go on
the flowers spread their limbs basking in the sunlit glow as the refreshing morning dew caresses their curved leaves. their vivid petals flirt with the colorful sunbirds, pulling them closer and closer to the sweet, sticky pollen, which rains all over the soil as more flowers begin to wake up.
