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Photosynthesis

Published: 24 May 2019

And just like that, the week is over.
Four days of bathing in your light.
I wish I could do the same for you—

If you ever think small of yourself
or your tasks seem gargantuan
like real monsters that would swallow
you whole like how I feel
every time I receive a customer email,
think about what you do to me:

I have the ability to smile at the void
uncaring about the possibility of failure,
inspired by what seems to be nothing
and simply fuelled by my imagination
of good things; even though reality bites.

You give me this.

Servers die when drowned in requests
but servants stay alive because
we are not machines.
And I feel I have more life now
in spite of all appearances—
even as I wear the black as you do.

But black is really such a nice colour
and while I do not know why you wear it,
I have no shame repeating used words
as I am not paid to craft their uniqueness;
you make it more with your radiance.

You make me more.

I wear the black again on Tuesday
because it absorbs more of your light.
Do not be overcome by false fears.
You know what it means.