Amore de la tournesol.

Photo by Matteo Vistocco on Unsplash

How I envy you.

Your optimism, your loudness, your brightness, and your pride.
You open your eyes to the deep dark day and find the light,
and soak it up in all its glory.

You open for golden rays and bring life, even as you fade away.
You do not hide,
You do not whisper.
You are not ashamed.

How I envy you.

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just a twenty something
Weeds & Wildflowers

none of this makes sense but maybe it could still be beautiful.