please don't forget to think of me.
remember me when you feel the sunlight
reach your hair and grow warm, when
it hits your face and you're taken
aback and blinded as it pours steadily
into your eyes. don't look into the
sun like I did. it feels warm
and inviting on your skin, but if
you let it pour into you for
a moment it will take years until
you can see. the sun in the
end is nothing more than hot gas
burning in the distance. don't close your
eyes to it either, don't avoid it,
but cast your eyes down as it
climbs high over you. and watch from
it's setting to rising how the air
changes and it grows cool, cool but
you are not alone. you are no
longer alone as you allow your eyes
to raise and the moon reflects a
lighter glow you can understand, and scattered
about it are kaleidoscope cousins of the
sun that sought to burn. you remember
me when you realize these acts of
separation are safer than the sun direct.
This is the opposite of what I wanted to write, I actually think it ended up a little eerie if you think about it.