Not the one you can see in a field along with others of its kind,

bright and vivid colors,

yellow petals opening around the dark brown sphere like a crown,

turning their faces around like curious children looking at their mum

just to ask one of those “why” questions

that sometimes stay unanswered.

No.

She was a sunflower. 

The one that grows alone,

isolated,

in one of those places where nobody would expect life to exist.

In a place where everything seems to be against you,

where you are alone against the whole world. 

Until she sees the sun

Unconsciously starting looking at it,

becoming addicted,

completely lost in Heaven's eye.

She followed it

as if she was lost in a tunnel and a luster appeared,

capturing her attention,

blinding out any other distraction…

and perhaps she was blinded too,

like a vampire is blinded by blood thirst.

Not a day goes by without her staring at the sky.

The absolute dissertation that surrounded her life fading away entirely.

This is when a hint of realization hit her, in her daze:

she wasn’t different from her kind, after all.

She might have grown in a different environment,

not have a family, or friends,

Her story might be more tortuous than others of the same species.

But her nature stayed the same.

She still ended up fully devoted to something unreachable,

which can solely be contemplated from afar.

A shared destiny. 

After all…that’s what she was. 

She was a sunflower.