Dear her.

It was always you.
I remember the promising potential on your otherwise blue facade.
The innocence dancing across your face was never much to be desired at first.

Willows weep dew for lost love into puddles that were never there to begin with.
Such a thought would cripple the brave,
inebriate the devout,
and devour the senses.

The sheer inspiration you gave me was self-inflicted and it's a shame I've had trouble regaining such an alignment to stay driven.
I mean, what can I say?
I'm me.

Will I ever reach such a destination?
Father Time will only tell and he knows how to keep a secret.

To explore your inner sanctum and use my tounge to paint my face on your
caverns walls would be enough to let any visitor after myself know that I was there.

Repelling down your fjords for the soul purpose of excavating what was mine to begin
with doesn't seem that far-fetched when I've fetched far.
I just happened to remember where I lost my totem.

It didn't take long for me to realize that rains have washed it to sea.
Perhaps I'm in the wrong place.
I no longer recognize the valley.

Self-actualization is the only true seed of change and I'm glad I gave you such a gift.
The only thing I regret is spreading the word of what I thought you were.

It's easy to misconstrue the vision of some one who looked up to you.

In essence, we're all as mighty as you think you are.
But to revolve around the light that encompasses our being is vital to our survival.

I've wanted to see what was inside of you for so long; perhaps we could shine together.
However, chances are, I will never melt through the ice I've caused when you needed me the most.
So remember, there are things that are bigger than you and I.

As above, so below.
Until next time.


Yours truly,
The Sun