The sunspot

Micah Finchley

The sunspot:

 

The cold creeps into my bones, but by now I’m used to it. I could pretend, but really what’s the point?

 

There’s only one place I could go, that no one else would know. The sunspot,

My eternal place of happiness.

 

The dark knows me by name, and it calls out to me when it knows I’m fading away. Yet the face in my mirror continues to laugh when I know of nothing funny.

 

And when it’s raining, the bugs are no longer around.

 

I feel helpless,

 

But there’s one place I could go, that no one else would know, The sunspot,

My eternal place of happiness.

 

The sunspot,

 

Eternal warmth,

 

Eternal happiness.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Sunspot a place of sun and I take it it is in the mind. Well written

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    That mirror got me, Micah. Been there...when even your own reflection feels like it belongs to somebody else. Really well done on this and I can certainly relate, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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