Hysterical letters to my sanity

✮beware your fall Icarus

The sun was so strong, so iridescent, so bright, burning with fury and elegance.
When Icarus let his eyes settle he was astounded by it's beauty.
The sun was glorious and golden, it's rays stretched so far that they taunted him.
Icarus desired so badly to kiss the sweet star of the sky, so despite everyone's pleas with him not to, Icarus opened his taut feathered wings, the colour of shining pearls.
He would ignore their disapproval of his actions, he understood something that they did not.

They would say his name for the rest of eternity with a kind of grimace, poor poor Icarus, ignorant and foolish enough to try and grasp the sun.
He would laugh his musical laugh in amusement because they could not even begin to imagine how it felt.
He flew with all the ambition of soldiers going to war, and when that blistering heat met his cheeks and burned away the silk of his wings, he knew in his gut that love was meant to hurt this bad, and it was more euphoric than he had ever thought.
They would never know a love so burning with passion as Icarus had.