She is perfect. It’s not a competition. I pale in comparison to her.
I am the sun. Bright, cheerful, understanding – everything you’d think you’re looking for. Then you realize I’m not. People come to me, sometimes. They take what they want, my energy, my light, just so they can get a tan. But no one stays for too long. Nobody really seeks me out. No one looks at me for more than a couple of seconds. No one wants too much of me. No one wants to try for risk of getting sunburnt.
Other times, most of it, everyone’s too busy working, doing routine, living thier lives, to actually stop and notice me. Busy. Busy, busy. Everyone’s too busy around me. They can’t wait until the day is over. The best part of me is the end – the sunset. Or the sunrise. I am made up of reality. No one wants to get to know me. Because reality, life in daylight, the truth is far too harsh.
She –
She is the night sky. The moon, the stars, and the infiniteness of life. Memories are born, epic and great, under her crescent smile. She is made up of romance and magic. She is made up of dreams. People seek her out. Plan travels, schedule to pause their entire lives just to look at her. And it’s not even a glimpse. Everyone stays up for hours, sometimes the entire night, just to spend time with her. We’re all attracted to her. There is nothing dangerous about her. Whether it’s the city skyline or nature’s aurora – everybody is in love. She is soft, alluring. She is boundless. She is perfect. She is beautiful.
I pale in comparison.
I am the sun. Bright, cheerful, understanding – everything you’d think you’re looking for. Then you realize I’m not. People come to me, sometimes. They take what they want, my energy, my light, just so they can get a tan. But no one stays for too long. Nobody really seeks me out. No one looks at me for more than a couple of seconds. No one wants too much of me. No one wants to try for risk of getting sunburnt.
Other times, most of it, everyone’s too busy working, doing routine, living thier lives, to actually stop and notice me. Busy. Busy, busy. Everyone’s too busy around me. They can’t wait until the day is over. The best part of me is the end – the sunset. Or the sunrise. I am made up of reality. No one wants to get to know me. Because reality, life in daylight, the truth is far too harsh.
She –
She is the night sky. The moon, the stars, and the infiniteness of life. Memories are born, epic and great, under her crescent smile. She is made up of romance and magic. She is made up of dreams. People seek her out. Plan travels, schedule to pause their entire lives just to look at her. And it’s not even a glimpse. Everyone stays up for hours, sometimes the entire night, just to spend time with her. We’re all attracted to her. There is nothing dangerous about her. Whether it’s the city skyline or nature’s aurora – everybody is in love. She is soft, alluring. She is boundless. She is perfect. She is beautiful.
I pale in comparison.