You,
you are the sun.
You exist independently of every other thing.
You,
you don’t know it.
But your mere existence
the bubbling under the surface
the chemical reaction
the movement of your life
an interpretive dance
draws them in
and in
and in
You,
you are the sun.
they need you.
Like every star,
you are slowly dying.
But shining
a blinding white hot light
that never dims until the last
labored breath before you collapse in on yourself
too much to hold
the weight you carried
every other thing.
Exhausted,
Spent,
Content.
You,
you are the sun.
do you know that every other thing
needs you?
desperately.
AMV