Sunny days aren't promised to us.
I repeat this, my mantra, as Fleetwood Mac
exhales magic from the speakers.
The sun gave me energy today and I
was grateful, but I can't be an eternal
light source for the world.
It's too much.
Sometimes, I envy the gods who dwell
in the boundless skies, who don't need
roots to belong.
The ground is simply a place to rest,
not shackles that bind their will.
My spirit shined with a vengeance
and I thought maybe it would last
for longer than a heartbeat
yet at the beginning of twilight,
I still dream of leaving this land,
