The Sun

The sun is beautiful, but you can't touch it. You can't venture anywhere near it, because the fear and reality that it will engulf you in its fire consumes you. It is incredibly bright, so bright that you cannot stare at it for too long. It's bright, yet it is surrounded by darkness. The sun cannot touch anything. Only a fraction of its flame can reach out to others. The sun is doomed to be beautiful, yet dangerous. Life-giving, yet murderous. Close, yet so far away.

She is so close to everyone, but she is further away than she seems. She has so many around her, but so few know her heart. She can give so much, but takes even more in return. She is so dazzling, yet surrounded by darkness. She is doomed to be beautiful, yet dangerous. She cannot touch anyone, and she can only give so much of herself. She lights up everyone's day, yet she cannot see her own beauty. She is gorgeous, so gorgeous that you cannot stare at her for too long. You can't even come close to her, because the fear and reality that she will engulf you in her fire consumes you. She is so beautiful, but you can't touch her.