12:01am, December 12, 2012.
I know, it's ridiculous to jump on this apocalyptic bandwagon. That is not why I'm writing this. It's more of a brain dump.
There have been thoughts floating around in my head for a while and I'm thinking of this more as a fail-safe. If, in some unprecedented twist of fate, I don't live to see the 22nd of December, I don't want those thoughts to die with me. Even with the slim chance of machines outlasting an event on a grand enough scale to warrant such a title as "the end of the world", it's enough of a chance to put my mind at ease that I may live on in some way.
Sunshine. It has haunted me as I've dreamed of these events in question. I saw the world scorched by the sun and devastated by its unrelenting power. I've woken up in fear of what I saw and experienced. It was just a dream, but the fear was real. Now, I've given new meaning to the word 'sunshine'. An immediate association with a positive. I barely know her and yet she brings so much light to my world.
"They chase eachother, hoping that they'll collide."
I may never be able to call you mine, but that doesn't mean I won't keep trying.
You are my sunshine and I, your moonlight.
Destined to sail though each day and starred night.
Never to meet, but we'll never lose sight.
You are my sunshine and sailing feels right.
F<3