The sun has different meanings – to some it is light, to some it is scorching heat, to some optimism of sunshine… and I stand here basking in the sun… without a care about tan or freckles, because ‘my sun’ is asleep in my bed. I wonder would it be too much to call myself a sunflower, would you call me sissy or Instagram-influenced ? Still following your every move and doing my own thing too – my days be spent looking for you and nights waiting for you. The rain would come and I’d still stand tall – for you gave me strength to go through it all. Somedays you’ll shine too bright, the glare would hurt my eyes and you’d ask me for time – my yellow petals would look down confused, the night would take over and I’ll wait for you. The birds will keep me up at night and I know I have to tell you that rainbows will never be sunshine.
Love,
J
Beautiful Artwork by Xuan Loc Xuan
Wings I Wrote 