#r. wright

[askyea-poesy]

Tell me how it is, being the sun. You could walk into a room and they'd all be watching you. They'd all get down on their knees. I ask you how it is, and you say, ‘It hurts. It hurts’.

R. Wright

[wordsnpoetry]

tell me how it is, being the sun. you could walk into a room and they’d all be watching you. they’d all get down on their knees. i ask you how it is, and you say, “it hurts. it hurts.”

sunlit by r. wright