When you come too close it burns,

with excessive exposure , you wither.

You become frail, you weaken.

Too much Sun wears you out, so you hide and allow yourself to breath.

You have to protect yourself from being sun kissed and lock yourself up in darkness.

You resent it, curse it … doom it’s existence but then Winter comes..

Now you long for the Summer’s sun.

You realize it’s easier to soak in the Sun’s heat than escape from Winter’s chills.

The coldness seeps through every single crack …

Constantly reminding you of that sun’s embrace.

You miss the Sun, but like everything else time let’s you wait.

You have to go through it first.

But like the Sun, you remain hiding in the clouds,

waiting as the seasons change.