staring at the sun

Sometimes the sun is hard to look at, because it reminds us of how much light we have lost. How tired and afraid and embarrassed we are. It illuminates our flaws, the parts of ourselves that must be seen to be fixed but hurt nonetheless.

We wonder "How did you get so bright?", "How is it with the same hydrogen and helium molecules that sit inert in me, you have the force of a thousand flames?", and we are mortified that despite all that potential we are just us. Crying, wanting, needing, us. Feeling alone in the crowds and overwhelmed simply looking in a mirror. You are so full of love and we are so full of loneliness.

-w