Musing

I’ve loved the sun, and the moon.

I’ve felt the kiss of sunlights warmth upon my skin, and the chill of the moons unblinking gaze down my bare back as I tread the oceans of uncertainty.

My skin may burn, yet I feel no pain. My heart may freeze, but never shatter. Why have I been allowed to walk the line for this many years, why am I manifesting a destiny I’m unprepared to face?

I am the sun, blonde hair cascading down my back, freckled skin shimmering in the hazy midday glow. I’m not the moon. But can I ever appreciate my own light, without darkness?