[ IP ] Children of the Sun

As the days slowly wears off, I just as slow start to feel numb, the bruise in me starts to feel cold. I feel how heavy the thoughts are rushing in, on my weak shoulders i grow mold. I break myself every time her voice starts rushing in my head: 
 
 `` They are so tiny mom! I let them play beneath my feet. They are like my children and i am the queen!'' 
 
 Oh, how she loved the Sun! So she tried to pick up it's traces, and they came in thousand shapes and sizes all flashing so vividly before my eyes. I ca n't get them together, I ca n't go around them, I would just sit with her and watch as they turn to gold, as the golden giant fades behind a distant hill. All those marks she calls her children, her tiny heroes of setting star, they still remind me every evening how she loved the Sun. 
 
 That was my daughter, the child of the Sun.
