Blue skies,

and the light lies.

That deceptive sun shines so brightly, so high in the sky. 

The light that if we were closer to, would burn us to bits.

The light that if we were father from, wouldn't keep us warm.

But is it a blessing or a curse that it provides life to the world?

It whispers sweetly into my mind. Warmly. Comfortingly.

I want it to hug me, to reassure me that everything is okay.

And it is… right?

I shake it off, of course it isn't.

The sun lied to me with its beauty.