To my sunflower, golden as the sun,
blooming in His light, giving life to the lives you touched. May you always bloom in His light.

I hope you know you light my path in your beauty and gracefulness. Your love revolves beyond my world, up to the skies even the stars felt it. You never gave up on me, or left me by my own. And I’m sorry for all those times I couldn’t bring myself to you. I need you to know you’re amazing and I’m blessed I met a sunflower to be part of my little garden.

You’re a walking blessing to every path you cross, leaving fragrance to the hands you held. Even the trees know it. Thank you for believing in me despite all my flawed self.

The more you let go, the higher you rise. 

“Then, put thy trust in Your Lord and enough is Him as a disposer of affairs.” 

But, what did you let go? 

I’ve learn one of a few things on entreaty

It’s the most deafening wound yet the courageous front against rage.

It may not be an extricate shot, before guilt and regret.

But remaining silent, never meant to be forever be silenced. 

I don’t write as often, it’s an internal bloody war of being myself and knowing it’ll be stab against me now. 

But I’ll still write, even if prevailing the truth carved in me would seem pathetic.

For I’ll still write to You, even if only a word is left in me.

As time flies, there’ll be instances where things are gonna take its place and you realise that all that you are would suffice the other half but never yourself.

You realise that even when time is on your side, you’ll never have it all. Not when time is only the delusion of man, it fades back to where the mind and heart resides. Right from the beginning. Getting out of a vicious cycle where not many succeeds, only the best of pure hearts who did righteous deeds and are aware of the upcoming seasons that changes and goes, which never meant to stay.

But what’s interesting is the sheer understanding of the life after and what it has in store. It is all in, every bit and piece that no eye can perceive, no mind can dream, its out of sight but never out of reach.

With clear determination and a pure intention in enravelling the journey towards it will one only realise the infinite treasures thats kept in. And sometimes life has its funny way of doing things, a destiny written long before time even determines. Just the need to have a little faith and trust for what is destined and for what that stays within.

Thoughts down,
Right there on 11/15,
by Lily.