my hypothesis is true after all

i am bad at letting go what’s meant to be free

i am the sun that lived through summer

i’ve seen beautiful things from up here

but i’m not the best at being self-sufficient

so i hold on to the metal railing to reach the sky

accidentally stabbing my finger in the midst of it

because there was an unexpected nail on that rail

but its okay because whatever it takes to make me feel something

the railing rusts easily

i want to keep holding on to it 

but it produces a stench smell

i get worried if i let go

i will fall off a cliff

but its about time i let go

its okay aynn

falling off the cliff means

you’re jumping into the sea

and the water is your friend

that’s where you belong

you don’t have to be the sun all the time

come back to where you belong

it’s getting cold anyways

you can let go of summer now