You are Their sunshine...

I write things late at night when the barriers between thought and emotion are softened. It's at this time I'm either most honest with myself, or absolutely delusional.

You are soft sunlight,

cast on a field of daisies.

In their shadow

a dandelion reaches for you too.

 

 

(Confound that 140 char minimum. ;__;)

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