All day, I continue to think of the same thing. Nothing can make me happier. It may seem like I have no life, just thinking of the same thing. But thinking of that one thing IS my life. What do I think about you may ask?

Sunflowers

The thought pulls me away from the bitter cold that I live in. I love my home, of course, but who would not die to have something knew? To see something new? That is all I want.

My older sister walked into my room and caught me painting my room, the color of yellow. The color of that flower. The flower that I consider from heaven, sent to me as a gift of hope, and happiness.

I don't know what my sister thinks of me now. But I don't care. I need happiness more than I need people to think I'm sane. I guess I'm not sane, being obsessed with one thing. Having my life set on one thing. But what does it matter? If it fills me with joy, then why should I ever let it go, just to be considered sane.

I can never answer my own questions. But do I love sunflowers? That question I can answer.

Yes, I love them.


Yes it is short. But what should it matter? You all liked it right? I really hope so. Please, feel free to review!

~Ren