“The Sun's With Me; The Sun Loves Me”
Finally, I got a chance to stop running and lay my body down on the ground.
I wasn't tired, but somehow I felt quite alone, yet I wasn't sad at all.
Guess what? I don't feel like giving up anymore, for a moment I want to just stay here and feel the breeze.
And for once, I want to just breathe.
So I'll feel my fast beating heart, how it feels like it's about to burst.
I want to feel the blood that runs through my veins, and feel more alive.
I want to just stare at the sun for hours.
I want to hold it, so I extended my right hand like a fool and tried to reach it, even if I knew I wouldn't even get a little close to it.
I want to hug the sun so bad; I want to admire it because somehow it seems like it's just like me... alone and lonely.
The warmth of the burning sun, that's typically hurting one's skin, now I've been laying out here for hours and it's not hurting my skin.
It's, it's actually embracing me. Making me feel as though I wasn't alone at all. The sun's with me; the sun loves me.
Yet I've been running away from it. Ignoring the light and warmth it's giving me when my world's so dark and cold...🌻
—KAI—NOTE:
gotta edit this later, I'm not quite satisfied.
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I Can't Go Home, Anymore.
Poetry"I canʼt go home anymore, so Iʼll just write you some letters and poems until you come to take me back home." 06.18.2024