periwinklings

I love talking to the sun, feels like talking to someone way bigger than me. With their shine towards somebody, strangers live under their shadow, brightly without showing bias.

I love the sun, in the morning to talk to. embraced, warmly.

I love talking to the sun, feels like falling in love with extraterrestrial things has never been held before. surreal. With all of the rants outspokenly unconsciously either bitter or pleased. They listen to all of it. They were never biased, they loved bigger as their bodies were way much bigger.

I love the sun, in the afternoon to be felt.

I love talking to the sun, feeling like my own invisible friend to listening all of my suck love stories, without being judged.

I love the sun, in the afternoon to be my ears.

Eventually, the sun will leave me and be replaced with someone as bright as the sun, as bigger shaped like the sun, as warm their embrace like the king of the afternoon, addicting, tender, and exquisite creature

Eventually, my sun of mine is likewise the sun of sunset, with all of his ears to me, his big heart to me, his warm smile as the shine of sunset to diverge, and his unspeakably beautiful love to be felt.

Still. I love the sun, the sun of everyone who is way bigger than me, and the personification of the sun.