Lostrayofthesun Stories

Like the sun, I was never gone. But the subtle art of feeling lost because you can't be seen by other people made me think twice. I was hanging: not being able to make myself shine. A ray that was dark. A ray that wasn't able to give light to someone's path. And he's a sun. Sun that has an incomplete ray. Until I came, we collided, and made a beautiful sunrise.