I live in a world of storm grey clouds.
We are harsh and mean, we laugh cruelly.
I like this. I am well-suited to this.
But you are an epic splash of sun. You shine through the clouds.
Your heat and sheer warmth brings me joy.
For in this land of endless grey, you are the warmth I crave.
I don’t care for endless sun.
I prefer the harsh grey, I feed off it.
Yet I can’t help but be mesmerized by the shaft of golden light.
I enjoy the cold grey.
I enjoy the shining beam.
I love having a single, brilliant, spot of light shining through the dark