The morning screams with the earths sun. It shines on different spots and moves to wake up everyone in its path. The day starts somewhere for someone at any time.
As humans we find common ground. We need to connect,accept and feel many of things we lack. Everh time the day comes we find our way to what gives us blessings and even grief.
I wake up to a new day where i saw a sun. Beautiful and i realised that red was my color of choice. Even my dream stopped seeming real when the markets were only colored green. A vision that starts looking like a fantasy. I used to wake up with a community that made me feel. I used to wake up to something beautiful that took its time knowing i dont understand it well enough . I used to wake up to colors that made sense. To greens that showed potential and reds that supported them. Candles made my days and i thought i was able to take charge. Yet a community where the sun would shine one everyone equally without any discontentment. Where the ppl wh look up at our sun are the ones who seek its wisdom. Others would look up to gain it.
Suddenly eveyone will notice our sun and our candles will turn green in happiness yet they saw the divine within it and neglected the price to pay. A communitg where the sun shined on everyone equally yet the shade was a better place for most when they would leave the house.
Bet on a green candle and worry about getting closer it seems. I want to see the sun but never risk getting burnt. I wake up to see the colors green fadin as our sun would shun the new members that have been inflating our community, Or whatever i chose to keep close to my heart.
I am happy my sun is burning. And the candles switch to red. Every day i see it burn i see the earth remembering its divine and every day the markets remind everyone equally of its decisions.
Red is my color. For the green is what i want but the red is what i will share with everyone. And i refuse to share it with peoplel deemed not worthy by community. Slowly but surely the red will stop and the sun will release us from its grasp and let go of the anger built inside. Our vision will be the one that reaches everyone and a dream that connects our internet to the world will soon welcome most.
Its too soon but the sun shows its true nature and paints the charts with the colors that everyone of us awaits. I wish the sun would burn a bit more. Maybe i also enjoy being burnt. Or maybe i shouldnt enjoy being under the sun too long.
