Shreds of Thoughts

The huge orb slowly rotates out of the shadows into the light. The first rays of the day refracted from the clouds strike the concrete structures, rendering them with colours. The world around shrugs out of the darkness as brightness engulfs the day. All await the round orange glare, the one that the great Monkey king had once swallowed. The shimmering star transforms into a scathing dazzler as the beams of light force into my room disregarding the curtains. I squint my eyes, not being ready for the increasing brilliance. My mind is still positioned in the dark of the night; the thoughts which had resonated in the lucid nocturnal fade away in lurid diurnal. A cocktail of confusion my brain had created, and in darkness these confused thoughts had marinated, but before the grey cells could be inebriated, the Sun came out and all sense of thought dissipated! The parchments of thought, the fiery sphere has charred and destroyed, nothing concrete comes out of my nightly ignited mind.