I'm thinking about the sun tonight, how it constantly burns, burns, burns.
How no man has ever landed on it. Is it lonely? Does it want to be discovered? Looked at? Touched? Embraced?
How it's like to be so faraway; unreachable, unknown and deliciously discreet.

I wonder,
If anyone would be mad enough to look at it despite having their vision threatened, close enough to lose the gift of sight in the name of mad love. If they'd dare to embark on a journey, heading towards it. If any would ever make it. If they'd burst into flames in their pursuit.

I'd like to see.