You are everywhere yet all at once, gone in the mist. Why do you hide? The sun shines it's brightest in front if it's sister moon. Let your light seep through the delicate cracks in your skin. Like stained glass, rainbows transcend and break barriers. Your glory makes itself known. You show your heart again and again. I am blinded, but do not shield my eyes for I would miss your beauty.
Apparently, I wrote this in my journal on September 24... don't recall doing so? Doesn't make much sense. For R, naturally.