I watch her twirl, the rays of sunshine highlighting golden tints in her fiery hair. She’s pure flame, a ball of raging energy that’s burnt its way through my walls. But instead of blinding me, she’s enlightened me.
I can finally see: she’s not merely sun-kissed. She *is* the sun.
May 12, 2025 at 9:16 PM
I watch her twirl, the rays of sunshine highlighting golden tints in her fiery hair. She’s pure flame, a ball of raging energy that’s burnt its way through my walls. But instead of blinding me, she’s enlightened me.
I can finally see: she’s not merely sun-kissed. She *is* the sun.