Not my best work
I ponder the glorious sun and its warmth as it shines apron the lands, i wish
to get close to it so i begin to oat towards it closer and closer i start to feel
its warmth on my skin i get closer and it starts to burn but the pain is
sweet, the light gets brighter and brighter, it stings my eyes yet I can’t look
away, even though the pain and tears I continue to draw closer to the sun i
am inches away from the sun, my skin is a burnt mess and i can no longer
see but i reach forward to the sun, the heat and light becomes to much for
me to bear and it burns through my skin, through my bones, and yet my
soul still remains, by the suns side.