I feel like everything around me is slowly dimming, like a sunset.
I want to reach out, to grab it, to pick it back up.
To keep it in the sky. Keep it shining. Keep it gleaming.
you can’t pick up the sun.
I just have to stand here, and wait for it to rise again.
But I don’t know how long, how cold, how dark the night will be.
I don’t know what will happen, if anything.
But the sun will rise again, just like it always does.