The sun is a weird thing.
It wakes us up in the morning, with rays of light shining through these transparent barriers.
It warms us up with the heat of chemicals and unknown capabilities that can make your day all that much happier.
It is something you shouldn't look at directly, as it can hurt you.
It can hurt you if it gets too close.
It can hurt you if it gets too far.
It could end our world if we let it.
It is still the bright ball of gasses that gives us life.
It is still the bulb that gives us day and night.
It is still the one thing that has always been here.
We are destroying our defences against this deadly weapon.
We are destroying our home.
And even with rebuilding or forces, we can't go back to what it once was, as we have gone far too under to dig ourselves back up to the mountain.
We are destroying ourselves. Wether we like it or not.
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Poetry And Broken Lines
PoetryThis book does not get updates frequently. It is for my own personal use, and I warn those who read this. This is a book of poems, story ideas, and other writings. Enjoy!
