Along the winding path he saw me.he said no words.that is why I loved him.but he can’t be trusted. I tried to tell him that the world was pretty.he didn’t listen. I tried to call him to this place but he politely refused. Again in this world I badly wanted to say that we are called the sun. But I didn’t then. The day’s in my world got colder. People called me insane. But I don’t listen to people. I listen to him. The song he sings is pretty. The song over and over again. He was mine. I would love him. The day would be only for me. Only I was worthy. I would find him and love him and never EVER let him go. I NEEDED HIM. So I found him. Once again 100 years later I told him the earth had changed. But once again he didn’t listen. I became desperate. Every 20 years or so I would go to him. I would try to make him feel the way I did but with no success. I started calling for him at night. The people in my village were scared. But I didn’t care. I cared about him.he WOULD Love me. And I didn’t care for the village any more. So I went to the peek to wait for him. That is where I lived For a long time. And every night I would call to him and wait. But he never answered.one day by the fire I had an idea. But I needed to wait. So I called him closer and closer. I told him to stay for just one moment. It was night now. So I jumped into the fire. Now here I am. Watching my skin blister and burn. It hurts. The pain is overwhelming. But it will all be worth it. For I will go up to him because then…we are called the sun. Goodbye. But don’t be sad. Because now I am free. No longer in my prison of life. Because now I can finally love him. So goodbye. I am happy now.
Te he me me made something depressing God am I depressing
