The sun shines through with a red afterimage on the other
sides of my eyelids. With the notebook and pen in my cheap bag, I’m giving up. I
still remember the moon that I saw at the midnight yesterday. But, no matter
how much I draw, it isn’t pretty and it’s not the fault of the paint that I chose.
Lately, I’ve been searching for the reason if I’m able to
remain as myself. ‘I guess no one would
notice if I were gone’, I whispered as I looked up to the sky, alone. Then amid
the wind from somewhere far of, I heard you called out my name ~ a gift that
allowed me to remain who I am.
Whenever I’m darkened by sadness and my tears overflow, whenever
my heart floods with loneliness and begins to waste away… I will always
remember the name that you gave me, the only reason that I’m allowed to live as
I am now.
Thanks for giving me a reason to live proudly, with the name you gave me.
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