Sunlight shines through my window. Inches from me there is a warm shape on the floor, keeping me company . I wake up alone and prepare for the real at my own pace.
warm yes, the sunlight is warm. it clears away darkness, cuts through haze. i still can’t see you clearly. are you there? no, you have left. already. forever.
Heute ist die Wolkendecke so dicht, dass das Sonnenlicht einfach nicht durchkommt. Es gelingt ihm nicht, sich durchzubohren und bis zu den sehnsüchtig wartenden Herbstmenschleins durchzukommen.
There is no sunshine today, only grey sunlight. Autumn is here now and the long summer days are memories. Cool, damp air and washed out sunlight, fox-coloured leaves and kids in gumboots.
It shone, how it shone into her eyes, and she was blind.
I was blind
my mind a blur with rays of loving heart
and the clouded sky
but there was a break
a crack in her smile
resolve
let there be light
Dawn comes streaming through my frozen curtains.
It’s the start of a lovely day, perhaps I’ll
put a sugar in my coffee,
Buy a lottery ticket for good luck.
And have a flower on my jacket.
I’ll wish I was sunlight. It’s so beautiful. I feel it tickling my skin; I can feel the goosebumps from the sudden heat. It makes me smile. I wish I could touch it. I wish I could pour it in a bottle to lighten the dark days…I’ve had a lot lately.
I don’t think I remember the sun shining so bright
your heart your lips a part of my every day sight
I’m soaking it in,
Your love the way it holds me at night.
I knew it was morning when I was woken up by the rays of sunlight escaping through the blinds. It hit just the right spots and I could see your beauty as I awoke.
Sunlight streamed through the windows. It was blinding, but at the same time it was bliss. It seemed to her that she’d never seen a sunlight this heavenly. It was as if she were coming out of a dungeon after a long imprisonment, and just seeing the light for the first time. It wasn’t true, of course, but it sure as hell felt like it.
The sunlight is hidden from view today. Usually the delicious beans of sunny goodness help color the world in bright tones from the entire color spectrum but today the wold is just painted gray. I love the sunlight.
It’s bright. It’s fun. It’s awesome at the beach. The one thing I like most about sunlight is that we have our light, and all the countless planets out there have their own light. It’s fun to think about just how far space goes. Do you ever think about it? I bet it never ends.
The summer sun was fading fast as winter approached, and Phee shivered. The Sheshawnii didn’t want to think too hard about the cold nights, and the encroaching Bedlam problem. Sunlight was her hope.
The sunlight is beautiful especially in the morning. I hear the birds chirping and feel the warm rays on my cheeks. sunlight is great. sunlight is what Gods are made of and sunlight is what we depend on. Gods are symbolized by sunlight.
Sunlight flooded the dusty room, casting odd shadows of the canvas covered objects on the dirty wooden floor. The door was open just a crack, and a loud crashing noise could be heard from the hallway…
Sunlight warms my back when I’m cold. It feels like I am renewed with energy. I feel stronger and healthier. It’s as if I’m a plant getting sunlight. It makes me feel nice and warm inside and out.
The sunlight drifted through the window and onto her pale skin. They trailed over her shoulders with intrepid fingers and fell gently down her side. The warmth that soaked into her skin caused her to smile softly in her sleep and press harder against the pillow half of her face was buried in. Eden, sitting on the edge of her bed, hovered his hand just a breath away from her shoulder. He knew it was hopeless, knew nothing had changed, but…
He couldn’t help but…Try.
His hand fell tentatively on her shoulder but the translucent palm fell through her flesh. He swallowed thickly and stared at his misfortune. He still couldn’t touch her, still couldn’t feel her, and she still couldn’t feel him. She didn’t even know he was there.
He drew his hand back and sharp tears pierced the back of his electric green eyes. The sunlight, a simple scintillation, could be closer to his love than he ever could.
the sun was bright that day when i first met him. i can’t recall the exact place it was, but i remember his gorgeous blond hair reflecting the same color as the sunlight that day. the day that would be considered the luckiest day of my entire life.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m actually about to do it. It’s really happening. This… is really happening. All these years I’ve hidden, all these years I’ve been scared. I’m really going to change my life around. It all starts now. It’s happening.
I’m going to go outside. I’m going to do it. I’m going to step out into the day. Into the sunlight. I’m going to go outside and be free.
I hate sunlight. It burns. It burns everywhere. It especially burns my eyes. My poor eyes that have grown so accustom to the dark. If only I could live in the darkness, the shades of gray that have become my life, forever I would in a heartbeat.
The last of the three sat in the shade, pulling up the hood on his cloak and putting it down. The sunlight blurted through the tree above his head. Does he chance one meeting with his executioner. His skin felt bubbly the more he thought about it.
The light danced across her skin as she wandered across the open field. She’d spent most of her life in the city, and this is the first time she was surrounded by nature as far as the eye could see.
We walked down the well trodden path, hand-in-hand, silent, to the sandy coastline where the earth meets the water. The vast expanse of blue spread before us. It was humbling, the two of us so small in such a large open space, alone. As the first rays of sunlight touched the horizon, Dennis dropped to one knee and I held my breath in happy anticipation.
It’s dark- the warm, vibrant night is finally drying out. Replaced with coolness, crispness, silence. As the stars fade, they leave us waiting, anticipating. Pure patience until the sunlight meets the horizon and sets life back in motion.
a glare nagging in the periphery, a radiant display of flash grenades throwing shards of glass into the corner of your eye. the sunlight peaking through the blinds that pierces your eyelids in the morning, catapulting blankets over your face.
The sunlight beamed through the window. I sat at the desk, watching the glow cover everything in sight across my desk. And yet, I sat there, staring at a blank piece of paper. Of course, it wasn’t going to write itself; but I had a deadline to meet in two days. Dr. Ramirez wasn’t going to be pleased if I showed up with nothing: I was the planner after all. But this job was starting to suck. I mean, big time. The reason I even had this job was to support my grandmother. Oh, believe me, I tried other jobs — they all crashed and burned. Last one I had, I worked on an assembly line for Matthew’s Toiletries, and that was about as fun as it sounds: wrapping toilet paper, sorting it and shipping it out to companies who ordered in mass bulk.
She squints as she looks for him, sunlight in her eyes, obscuring her vision. In horror movies you lose people to darkness or fog or rain, but she is losing him to the blinding light of the sun.
Sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the ground with pale patches of gold. A fallen leaf flutters in the breeze, dancing through the air and landing at your feet.
Sunlight shines through my window. Inches from me there is a warm shape on the floor, keeping me company . I wake up alone and prepare for the real at my own pace.
warm yes, the sunlight is warm. it clears away darkness, cuts through haze. i still can’t see you clearly. are you there? no, you have left. already. forever.
Sunlight beamed his brain, blinding him so that all he could see were the shadows of his own eyeball veins.
Tiny streams of sunlight came in through the holes the cat had made in the curtain. They caught the dust, which sparkled like diamonds.
Sunlight streams through the windows like light illuminating my consciousness. Sunlight is the gift of life for me in this cold dank cell.
Heute ist die Wolkendecke so dicht, dass das Sonnenlicht einfach nicht durchkommt. Es gelingt ihm nicht, sich durchzubohren und bis zu den sehnsüchtig wartenden Herbstmenschleins durchzukommen.
There is no sunshine today, only grey sunlight. Autumn is here now and the long summer days are memories. Cool, damp air and washed out sunlight, fox-coloured leaves and kids in gumboots.
It shone, how it shone into her eyes, and she was blind.
I was blind
my mind a blur with rays of loving heart
and the clouded sky
but there was a break
a crack in her smile
resolve
let there be light
my lovely ray
Dawn comes streaming through my frozen curtains.
It’s the start of a lovely day, perhaps I’ll
put a sugar in my coffee,
Buy a lottery ticket for good luck.
And have a flower on my jacket.
It’s a brand new day.
I’ll wish I was sunlight. It’s so beautiful. I feel it tickling my skin; I can feel the goosebumps from the sudden heat. It makes me smile. I wish I could touch it. I wish I could pour it in a bottle to lighten the dark days…I’ve had a lot lately.
I don’t think I remember the sun shining so bright
your heart your lips a part of my every day sight
I’m soaking it in,
Your love the way it holds me at night.
I knew it was morning when I was woken up by the rays of sunlight escaping through the blinds. It hit just the right spots and I could see your beauty as I awoke.
Sunlight streamed through the windows. It was blinding, but at the same time it was bliss. It seemed to her that she’d never seen a sunlight this heavenly. It was as if she were coming out of a dungeon after a long imprisonment, and just seeing the light for the first time. It wasn’t true, of course, but it sure as hell felt like it.
sunlight welcomed me into the room with a warm embrace that caressed my face and arms with its balmy heat.
The sunlight is hidden from view today. Usually the delicious beans of sunny goodness help color the world in bright tones from the entire color spectrum but today the wold is just painted gray. I love the sunlight.
It’s bright. It’s fun. It’s awesome at the beach. The one thing I like most about sunlight is that we have our light, and all the countless planets out there have their own light. It’s fun to think about just how far space goes. Do you ever think about it? I bet it never ends.
The summer sun was fading fast as winter approached, and Phee shivered. The Sheshawnii didn’t want to think too hard about the cold nights, and the encroaching Bedlam problem. Sunlight was her hope.
The sunlight is beautiful especially in the morning. I hear the birds chirping and feel the warm rays on my cheeks. sunlight is great. sunlight is what Gods are made of and sunlight is what we depend on. Gods are symbolized by sunlight.
Warming my soul, I breathe deeply. The hot driveway thaws my toes, so cold the heat makes them tingle.
Sunlight flooded the dusty room, casting odd shadows of the canvas covered objects on the dirty wooden floor. The door was open just a crack, and a loud crashing noise could be heard from the hallway…
Warming my soul, I breathe deep. My toes thaw on the hot driveway. They’re so cold, the heat make them tingle.
Sunlight warms my back when I’m cold. It feels like I am renewed with energy. I feel stronger and healthier. It’s as if I’m a plant getting sunlight. It makes me feel nice and warm inside and out.
Edward sparkles in it.
When he should really burst into flames in it.
WTF, man. WTF.
The sunlight drifted through the window and onto her pale skin. They trailed over her shoulders with intrepid fingers and fell gently down her side. The warmth that soaked into her skin caused her to smile softly in her sleep and press harder against the pillow half of her face was buried in. Eden, sitting on the edge of her bed, hovered his hand just a breath away from her shoulder. He knew it was hopeless, knew nothing had changed, but…
He couldn’t help but…Try.
His hand fell tentatively on her shoulder but the translucent palm fell through her flesh. He swallowed thickly and stared at his misfortune. He still couldn’t touch her, still couldn’t feel her, and she still couldn’t feel him. She didn’t even know he was there.
He drew his hand back and sharp tears pierced the back of his electric green eyes. The sunlight, a simple scintillation, could be closer to his love than he ever could.
the sun was bright that day when i first met him. i can’t recall the exact place it was, but i remember his gorgeous blond hair reflecting the same color as the sunlight that day. the day that would be considered the luckiest day of my entire life.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m actually about to do it. It’s really happening. This… is really happening. All these years I’ve hidden, all these years I’ve been scared. I’m really going to change my life around. It all starts now. It’s happening.
I’m going to go outside. I’m going to do it. I’m going to step out into the day. Into the sunlight. I’m going to go outside and be free.
I hate sunlight. It burns. It burns everywhere. It especially burns my eyes. My poor eyes that have grown so accustom to the dark. If only I could live in the darkness, the shades of gray that have become my life, forever I would in a heartbeat.
the sunlight is bright and warm i like the sunlight because it gives me a tan and i love getting tans sunlight is also a great source of vitamin d
The last of the three sat in the shade, pulling up the hood on his cloak and putting it down. The sunlight blurted through the tree above his head. Does he chance one meeting with his executioner. His skin felt bubbly the more he thought about it.
The light danced across her skin as she wandered across the open field. She’d spent most of her life in the city, and this is the first time she was surrounded by nature as far as the eye could see.
As soon as the sun touched his pale skin, he began to glimmer and shine, like those people you see applying shiny make-up before going to a rave party
We walked down the well trodden path, hand-in-hand, silent, to the sandy coastline where the earth meets the water. The vast expanse of blue spread before us. It was humbling, the two of us so small in such a large open space, alone. As the first rays of sunlight touched the horizon, Dennis dropped to one knee and I held my breath in happy anticipation.
It’s dark- the warm, vibrant night is finally drying out. Replaced with coolness, crispness, silence. As the stars fade, they leave us waiting, anticipating. Pure patience until the sunlight meets the horizon and sets life back in motion.
Basking in the glow
of a red round star
touching the horizon
then slipping below it
slowly
and it’s gone.
Sitting at my desk, I read a book. Turning the pages, I feel the warmth of the sun hitting my hand as I move it through the ray of sunlight.
a glare nagging in the periphery, a radiant display of flash grenades throwing shards of glass into the corner of your eye. the sunlight peaking through the blinds that pierces your eyelids in the morning, catapulting blankets over your face.
Sunlight is nutritious, bright, rich, enlightening, beauriful and needed in our lives everyday.
The sunlight beamed through the window. I sat at the desk, watching the glow cover everything in sight across my desk. And yet, I sat there, staring at a blank piece of paper. Of course, it wasn’t going to write itself; but I had a deadline to meet in two days. Dr. Ramirez wasn’t going to be pleased if I showed up with nothing: I was the planner after all. But this job was starting to suck. I mean, big time. The reason I even had this job was to support my grandmother. Oh, believe me, I tried other jobs — they all crashed and burned. Last one I had, I worked on an assembly line for Matthew’s Toiletries, and that was about as fun as it sounds: wrapping toilet paper, sorting it and shipping it out to companies who ordered in mass bulk.
She squints as she looks for him, sunlight in her eyes, obscuring her vision. In horror movies you lose people to darkness or fog or rain, but she is losing him to the blinding light of the sun.
Sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the ground with pale patches of gold. A fallen leaf flutters in the breeze, dancing through the air and landing at your feet.