13:4
Sun is what gives energy on earth,
It gives light,
Whenever it started to rise,
It gives hope,
Whenever it started to fall,
It gives a beautiful ending.
To be compared to the sun by someone is a great privilege,
Cause it only means that you're his life.
His life.
"My Beloved Son, things may not come as they want you to be. They may not be as good as you see, nor pleasant to see. Unfortunate things happen not because you did bad or sin. Life does have ups and downs. You may feel worst at your worse and cry when you are sad. Though just remember this, you are a sun that sacrifices every day just to make way for the moon to take its turn, and remember that He always has the best plan for every one of us. Especially to those who tried and still haven't given up until now."
Especially to those who tried and still haven't given up until now.
You treat me as your sun,
And you were my whole damn sky,
That's why I always love looking up and taking pictures,
Because I see you and me up there,
And I love it when you take pictures of it too,
We both get lost up there in our bare eyesight.
I was your life.
Was.
And you are my life too.
"I'm going with my friends, we will have a little pool party." You said.
So am I.
"I'm going with my friends, we will eat outside."
It's settled. We both go with our companions.
But at the end of it,
I remembered how we both get sad.
Incomplete.
How incomplete our day without each other arms,
But thanks to the songs we sing for each other,
It lessens the burden.
The box you have given me,
The jar I have given you,
It holds so much of where we hold on that we're still together,
Even we're far away from each other.
Away from each other.
Whenever we have a problem,
Seeing each other eye to eye makes everything okay,
A hug makes it so much better,
And I love how I can make you feel everything is better whenever I am caressing your cheeks.
We give the danger and safe to each other,
But what matter is,
We are both lost upstate in seventh heaven.
"You're what I call simple and perfect my sun."
I hope you will still believe me or should I rather say you believe in me when I said that you're so enough for me, that you're imperfectly perfect creation of God, that you were someone I always asked for. I hope you believe that.
You are my life not just because I need you.
You are my life.
Cause you are.
And I know,
I was your life too,
I was.
Thank you for being my sky who always waits for the sun to come back.
But now,
It was the sun who waits for her sky to come back.
YOU ARE READING
13:13 Ineffable
Non-Fiction"I once thought that you're the person I will never write about, but guess what? here I am writing about you. About us that was once something that turned into nothing."
