Once I was the sun. The sun that burnt so bright it lit up everyone’s sky. The sun ran out of fuel. The sun that died under its own weight. The sun that sucks on the light of others now. The sun is now a black hole, itself.
Bisma IjazBisma Ijaz The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.
Nathaniel HawthorneNathaniel Hawthorne In the midst of all dwells the Sun. For who could set this luminary in another or better place in this most glorious temple, than whence he can at one and the same time brighten the whole
Nicolaus CopernicusNicolaus Copernicus You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.
Alyce TaylorAlyce Taylor When I could not see the light with my blind eyes, I blamed not my eyes, but the sun.
St. JeromeSt. Jerome The sadness in her eyes was more beautiful than any sunrise.
Hadley AllisonHadley Allison Such is the tragedy of the moon and sun; one sets the other rises perhaps you and i share the same destiny; one day the other night made to cross paths but never meet.
AstaAsta So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope.
Thomas HardyThomas Hardy Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don’t need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.
Jack KerouacJack Kerouac Now go peacefully wherever you desire. The sun follows you.
OvyukiOvyuki We’re toxic to each other. And maybe that’s why we love each other.
Norah RoseNorah Rose Maybe I should just let myself feel to the point that I don’t feel anything. It’s the game of feelings, I think it’s time to play with my own.
Astha SrivastavaAstha Srivastava Choosing yourself should not be an option, It should be a decision.
Aradhna S BirenAradhna S Biren I lost parts of me when I split into two and most of those pieces seeped into you.
TMCTMC Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
M.K. StandbyM.K. Standby I breathe in the first glimmers of freedom – it tastes of sweet hopefulness.
Alma-May NoaAlma-May Noa
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