I find it funny that we characterize the Sun as someone everyone wants to be around,
someone who rallies people together.
I understand why,
the planets don't just revolve around it for fun,
but when I think of that it just makes me laugh, knowing what the sun is really like.
I think a lot about Mercury,
how life could have lived upon it once, a long, long time ago,
but that's nothing but a distant, fading memory,
an echo of a bygone era.
The Sun will eat Mercury whole,
and likely already ate before.
Our Moon, the Sun's opposite, is so soft in comparison.
So kind, despite our mischaracterization of it as "darkness."
The Moon kisses the ocean waves every night and sings a sweet, soft lullaby to the stars as they shine.
It blankets people in soft, delicate light on the beautiful nights we adore so much.
The Moon is beloved, surrounded by love,
made by the same soil we walk upon every day.
The Sun, in contrast,
is too busy eating to let anyone near its surface,
and prepared to explode when the time is right,
primed to take down everyone around it in one last blaze.
It is so different and alien from our familiar and soft soil,
the Sun is alone,
its only true friend dead by its own hand.