When the Sunflower Dives into the Deep🌻🪼🐋

Perhaps the journey of the human heart is no different from the evolution of organisms trying to adapt to survive in a sea of feelings. It starts with "sunflowers," flowers that are always loyal to light. No matter which way the world rotates, it still looks up to that light indefatigably, like the heart of someone who once believed that love is to face one person alone, even if the other does not look back.

Sunflower 🌻 don't know that infinite allegiance sometimes becomes "gentle bondage."

It is beautiful honesty and gentle pain at the same time.

So that when the heart is traumatized enough, it begins to change from a "single-minded sunflower" to a "heartless jellyfish," a creature that drifts along the tide, does not resist, does not struggle, does not have a certain direction, because having a heart once causes too much pain.

And some people choose never to feel it again. Better to feel it and fall apart.

🪼 but in the emptiness of the jellyfish, there is something beating in silence, a vibration so sparse that almost no one can hear, the frequency of the heart that still calls for understanding from someone.

And that's where it "falls to the 52-hert whale."

A whale that calls out in a spectrum that no whale can hear, a voice that repeats in the deep sea of isolation, like a man who speaks out every time in hope, but never replies, because no one is in the same wave as his heart.

🐋 the 52-hert whale became a symbol of "existence that no one understands." It continued to sing its songs in the darkness. Not because it was still waiting for anyone, but because that was the only thing that proved it was alive.

The human heart is the same. We start by loving someone with all our heart. Later, we try to block the heart to survive. And finally, we may become someone who continues to send out signals, even knowing that no one will hear.

Perhaps this is not a matter of "sadness," but of "living in silence" as gracefully as possible.

Because even no one can hear our spectrum,

But as long as we sing our own songs, the world always has our voices in it.

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That sunflower turned to find a woven light.

Bright, smiling, receiving the sun does not waver

The heart is warm and warm.

Love blooms in the heart as the golden sun

Used to laugh in the wind, watch the new day

The world is like clear when the heart is still pregnant.

Smile for the sky, every light shines

I didn't know the dull waves would blow.

When the light disappeared far at once,

The jellyfish then floated a waterless box.

Not hurt, not love, not longing

Just let the body flow after the empty sky.

In the stillness there was a sad thin voice.

Loud deep waves in a quiet heart

Is the sound of a lonely whale in the middle of a long wave

Cried for people who would never hear

It still cries even though no one replies.

Still does not stop, even the night is out or the sky is over

Because in that silence

Still alive, even without anyone seeing it.

By Laure

Everyone is that we can't write the work, so put together the articles that everyone reads the most, hope not to disappoint everyone. Sorry. 🥹

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