It should have been gone by now. It should have been illuminating another part of the world, far away from here. Some are saying that it's a miracle, a day where the light keeps coming in the windows of the houses. The light is there to stay, I can feel it, they can feel it. Happiness is meant to stay here forever, bringing us to our best. The sun is never setting anywhere but here.
How lucky does that make us in a world where darkness will be meant to stay ? Still, the light is not our friend. Not in this situation where it's all there is to talk about and be grateful for. Because when will it be time to slow down and think when everything is lit up at all times ?How can someone possibly find themselves slowing down at dawn when dawn is never coming ?
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Tales of my mind
Short StoryHi there ! This is just a bunch of stories I write in my bedroom while listening to Conan Gray and Olivia Rodrigo :) They tell tales of love, loneliness and feelings, emotions that can be very present in my life, and probably yours too.
