How much I’ll give, to be able to enjoy the sun in the winter, like it was the dead of summer. Call the heat waves in and the sun rays. I want to bake in the middle of winter while standing on snow. Let the cool breeze feel like the gentle ease of summer smell. […]
There is no way that any one can know If I cry – is it always sadness? Inpossible to know. I say. I am always happy. These tears scream JOY, even if it comes out in pain.
The sun so bright. Yet the darkness is so deep. There is no shine. Everything is a dark pit. Drowning out all light. Even though the sun is so bright. A yellow dot in a dark sky. There is really no light. The darkness outshines the light.