Sunshine,
you are.
Beauty in a simple form of warmth.
It was never about how you looked, but how you made me feel.
Every time I blink, when my eyes are closed you still shine through.
You stick around when I don’t watch you, you breathe your warmth on my skin and tickle my heart like a feather would fall in the wind;
gracefully and naturally,
nothing is ever forced.
But when it’s night,
and you have to leave?
I’m cold.
I have never relied on warming myself up,
it’s always been all thanks to you;
My
beautiful
sun.
So what happens,
when you’re gone?
And I don\'t know how to start a fire?
I have never tried to warm
me
up.
Will my heart freeze over each night,
until it breaks into a shatter of pieces;
Purple and discolored,
frostbit?
Come be my light, I don’t want to do this alone.
I freeze,
that is,
until your light is shown.
I know…you have to do your job,
to keep others warm, too.
So,
I’ll learn how to light my own fire.
I have to.
I’ll gather the wood.
I’ll travel to a place my light,
will have fewer chances of being smothered.
I can\'t avoid the rain forever,
so I’ll build a shelter I can rely on.
I’ll keep the blinds open, though.
Because someday,
when I have the means to enjoy your light again
because I can handle the absence of your warmth;
I’d like to bask in your sunlight again.
All while I enjoy the warmth
I’ve built for myself, too.
And maybe, then?
I won\'t freeze so often.
Maybe I’ll accept your absence when you have to go,
and my sunkissed skin will glow brighter;
because only then will I truly appreciate the work you\'ve done for me,
sun.
I love you, and I’ll see you again;
soon.
For now,
I need to build my shelter.
I’m getting help so I can be warm sooner, rather than later.
I’ll see you another day,
my
beautiful
sunshine.