I don't want to be cold anymore

You know how explosions
make up the Sun.
Bam, bam. Constant movement.

My heart is the Sun.
With explosions from your eyes and laugh, your voice. Your softness and warmth. My fuel.

And you go,
There's darkness.
It's cold,
No warmth or light.
Nothing to be worth moving forward for.

You're suddenly stuck in the mud of your own lonely selfness.
And everything joyful loses the meaning.
And you swim in the seek of finding your joyful nature again. Nothing works without the fuel anymore.

I just want to go back to the stars. I need my warm Sun back.