Tragic.
I've deleted your message without opening it.
Just tragic.
You are repulsive and a pest worse than cockroaches. Before you even ask why my skies are gray or why my heart is a dingy room or why I turn my back to you.
Remember than sunshine always drives the clouds back.
That I am the sun and I illuminate the darkest of corners. I come up willingly to brighten everyday.
I am not depressed. I am the sun.
So I smile a million dollar smile and carry myself with sole grace because the sun doesn't take shit from anyone.
She will shine her worst in summer and wane during winter because even she knows when it is other's turn to be the protagonist of Mother Earth.
She is kind and gentle, willing to comfort... But she is the Sun.
The only star in the Milky Way to keep anything alive, she knows her worth; her place is to be the source of everything.
I know my worth.
You are an ant under a magnifying glass, should I show you what the power of the sun can do?
