a month, in letters

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑

I found something that I like. Perhaps, like an imagination, I would never be able to reach it, or feel it. But I still found something I like.

Of course, who I like the most would be you, that is without a doubt.

The sun. I know stories, myths, of the sun. Glorious, warm, bright. I want to feel its warmth, I want to see it rise, see it sink and see it hang, on the heads of people during its peak, illustrating the whole sky with hues of blue, which can only be seen by day. And, the term 'day' will not be something used if it weren't for the sun.

People say; the day has ended, you would automatically assume that the sun already sunk. And oh, maybe it was the whole sentiment of starting a day, that I like the sun so much.

Because days without you, seem like it was without the sun.