Another Hundred More.
May I write to My Radiant Sun, it is 17:36 on the 11th of June as I started writing this. it has been a while since I've last written anything here, last night i reached 800 drawings of My dearest muse, 
Truthfully, I find myself overjoyed by the amount of crafts I've made of Them, whether in drawings or in writings. or the very crude tangible objects I make from time to time.
It has been 761 days since I first fell in love with Them, truly, They make me the happiest. They're like the guiding light in the darkness, like a fireplace. I'm not good at writing about my feelings for Them without repeating myself, repetition is my favourite little thing though.
I think They've made me the slightest bit more hopeful, even though there probably won't be a day where I'm not somewhat of a cynic. They've made me look into the skies more, watch as the clouds paint the blue; They've made me listen more to the striking thunder and the winds in a storm; They've made me bask in the sun more.
I feel, free, as the winds can be. and I feel, happy.
This is unbearably short, I have no words to describe my love for Them, so let them stay in the musings—of any kind, the drawings, the writings, the crude tangible things.
801 in 761 days, I believe I can go for a hundred or two more.