Do you ever find yourself wishing?
It could be about anything: a wish for a homemade breakfast made from loving hands, a wish to be teleported in an instant to a place that feels more like home, a wish for a simple kiss that only means something to you.
A wish for your legs to move autonomously, to be carried into the outdoors and to seamlessly glide along the concrete sidewalk so that you can take a little break from the hardships of carrying a body around with you. They are after all, just spacesuits for our souls.
I find myself wishing for the sun. To lay its golden rays across my bare back, to lightly toast the skin that generously holds all the cells I try to hug tightly and as close as possible whilst they try to burst through the perimeter. I wish for sun-kissed cheeks and tan arms to cradle me, as if the sun came down from its powerful throne and decided to spend a little time with just one speck on the earth of all things.
Oh hey sunshine, how you doing? Spending a little time apart today, or do you have another date with the clouds? I hear things are getting pretty heated between you two. But when you were away the other day, the clouds they were crying. Was it for you? Or was it that their sadness of things past had just filled to its capacity? When you release one tear, the rest come pouring afterwards, like a faucet that just wont shut off no matter how hard you try to pull. I felt sorry for him. I hope things work out between you two, but if they don’t, you’ll always have the moon. The moon has a secret love for you but he is too shy to proclaim it. Sometimes I catch him staring at you during the day, trying to inch his way closer to you, and the stars become jealous. Everyone is jealous of you, sun, you’re just too bright to not notice.