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Dear Sun,

We don't get along. Most days you make me feel like Hades on Olympus, blinding me, highlighting my paleness, my loneliness. Then there are days your rays make me feel like Superman recharging. I don't trust you, I've been burned too many times. You scare me. We're so unalike; you're so full, bright, and magnetic, with flair I can't match. You can't help being noticed, can't help but to be worshipped and adored. People project so much onto you and I'm no different, desiring to be like you, but I'm not made of fire I'm just water and dust. I'm empty, weak, and meek, a lone satellite floating in darkness unnoticed hoping to be pulled into your orbit. Parts of me are frozen, untouched and even in isolation I spy your light and pine for your warmth. My pride and insecurities refuse to let me go there, a corona of vulnerabilities holding me back. Still can I confide how terrified I am? How you're a shining success and I'm a fleeting failure. You've always bonded so easily, it's core to who you are. Not me though, it feels like I don't bond with anything. That I'm polarized, defending myself with separation and rejection. Not wanting to be seen. We're opposites, but maybe we shouldn't be. You're fiery and fierce, consistent and constant, you're holding it all together. All things I need to be if I am to succeed. If I'm to exist in this universe I can't be afraid to be seen, to be adored, to even be loved. Because there's a supernova in my soul I can't control and I wish to shine even after I explode.