Time and Too Much Time

I think I have too much time alone. Whenever I am too much free time, I long for making random things. Anyway, when I was walking around the town to survive like a vegetable, I walked into a cemetery.

Someone built a statue by tombstone. She has a pair of dedicated eyes, always gazing into the same direction. Who would have watched the sun everyday?

She must love to be covered in the sun. She must be disappointed, the sun will disappear soon But what's wrong with it?

The sun always comes back. So she always has been waiting. Everyday differs Yet she always has to be here

Will she be sadder each day? Since the day gets shorter and shorter. Will she be happy every day? Simply because there is always a bit of sun. Will she feel lonely? Will she occasionally wants to move, to look at something different?

If I die one day, I hope to have a statue looking into the direction of sunset as well.