I live in the sun.
Its not the most comfortable of environments. Everything is constantly changing, there is no stable ground, if you need to go you go directly into ... It so it s not very hygienic. Overall it is hot and gasy on the sun and the light is very odd.
On earth the sun gives light and life. It creates night and day and chlorophyll and bacteria and so on. It makes things green and white and yellow and gives deserts and the poles. But the sun us very different. Instead it us the light, evening is up lit. Odd and confusing and bizarre. Sometimes I want to scream.
But I dont. Because it is warm on the sun. I can feel the centre of the solar system at least, which is something. I don't need to be paranoid. Not at all.
No. I just need to stay alive.
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Monday, 25 February 2013
Sun
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