I found comfort in the darkness. Until I found the sun, I told the sun I love her, in return she gave me her light. I became a reflection of her. Giving off her light. Her kindness, her bright heart. But also her heart, her hurt. Icarus was the boy who flew too close to the sun. But my mother never told me he became the man on the moon. So he fell, in fields of lavender.

I love the sunlight.