Tacenda

My Sunshine

I wish I was a sunflower, tirelessly chasing after the sun to bask in its godly light.

They are lucky to know with certainty that at night when the sun disappears, it will never fail to rise again each morning and give chase.

But no matter how willing I am to chase relentlessly after my sun, I am not a sunflower.

Because you, my sunshine, disappeared one night and never came back in the morning.