a letter to the sun

the way the sun rises in the morning, whether there’s clouds or not.
the kind of intution in knowing that regardless of the circumstance,
the sun always rises.
certainty.
i wish you could understand.
infinitley, emphatically, wholly
in love.
with you and myself
when i’m with you.
you feel like the harmonies
of those gospel choirs in the
churches of my ancestors.
you make me believe
that these feelings are real.

sincerely,
from the bottom of my heart,
i never wanna feel like this again
for anybody else.
three hundred and sixty,
love.

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