To the daughter of the goddess of the sun,
i am at a lost for words on how to at least ease this enormous wound in your eyes. if only i can freeze your heart to buy us time and the prolonged agony in the search of why. You know, i have read several books about life and love, and the undying search of prince charming. Nothing compares to your story. The clincher just never stops.
i watch a fragment of your life story and am just amazed how you are able to wake up and survive another day. and my amazement is not a by product of entertainment but a sincere awe and admiration. i guess that is my purpose to you. i live to watch your story so i can share it to the world.
The daughter of the goddess of the Sun is the protagonist and antagonist of her own story. Though she claims she is a perfectionist, she is not aware that she is unpurposely making her life a little complicated. She can’t help it. She gets bored easily. What can be her favorite music today, may not be her favorite tomorrow. Yet each of her favorite music is a memorabilia of every chapter of her life. At this very point in time, this is the darkest of the places she has ever been. Almost drowning, she has to stay alive though barely sticking out her nose to breathe. She knows that she can’t lose her sanity for her son.
I stand to see this happen before my eyes. Though i know it will be over someday, i just can’t awaken from this sight knowing there is nothing much i can do. i am a screaming mute yelling for help.
To daughter of the Goddess of the Sun, hold my hand if it is of any help. I invoke to the heavens to save you. And when you awaken and embrace morning once again, I’ll be happy to enjoy another breakfast with you.
