Obsession with a sun that never shines
a cold disk of pale yellow that rises and falls above me,
where is it that you go at night? I can never find you.
The moon is solid and full, sits calmly in the black sky
he can never quite catch up to you, and that’s how you like it.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Lovely. Very enigmatic