I hope the sun gives you so much hope even if sunsets resemble goodbyes. I hope it's reminding you to take deep, slow breaths when life's blocking the rays of it towards you. I hope you give time to stare at it for a while, feel its hands magically growing the wilted hopes you're having a hard time reviving. I hope you try to bask under it in the morning, feel its warm embrace while dominating your antarctic zones. Darling, open your windows, let the sunshine creep in your room, let it take a peek on your blankets rolled lazily, on your socks sprawled everywhere finding its own lost pair, on your comb sitting idly— never been used, let it take a peek on you — a mess the sun have been waiting to greet a smiley good morning. I hope you let it stay in your room. I hope you let it stay in your heart. I hope you let the light rush in until it runs out again.
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