:: Sitting, Watching ::

And as I sat on top of a wooden plank,

All I could picture in my mind was the life I wished I had.

Similar to the sun.

Slowly moving, yet being admire till the end.

But for sure I know I will come back again.

Maybe a little stronger or maybe a little less.

And what I fear most was, what will happen to those in darkness when my ray isn’t shining?

Mkie.

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