Looking at my own reflection, I wondered; will I ever be able to perceive happiness?
Honestly, I didn’t like heartaches. I didn’t adore the face look alike a winter-night moon.
I wanted to be like the sun.
I wanted to be bright, burn, make everyone’s eyes cringe.
I seemed serene, cooling down each of the sand particle.
Hardly anyone knew,
Sun was embraced in my burning soul and moon was my guard – cooling down my each cell.