Sun

I avoided staring into the screeching white ball in the sky

As I soared higher, reaching for the highest atmosphere to climb

I felt the gravity losing its grip on me

Wings of sanity seemed to lose its feathers

As the air thinned, the sun ever brighter, engulfing the atmosphere

I crouched, and the darkest abyss was underneath

Ever so quiet, dull, and dark

Nothing seemed to pass through it.

I opened my eyes again, as the morning sun blinked through the blinders.

I turned off my alarm, and washed my face with water cupped in my hands.

I breathed. I saw. I lived.

Now, I need to make a choice.

7.21.2021