Sun

by AdraesteiaTheaN

When I imagine life as King Kong this is pretty much what goes on in my head.

Only the sun brings light

Those below possess skin like the world at night. And I - darker than the sky, for I have no stars - am their sun.

I do not shine, I do not bring life and daylight, yet my presence is just as powerful.

Still, I am just as naïve as they are. I am just as dead on the outside, just as mechanical to follow my sun.

But it felt like more than a sun. It was the seas and the wind and the fire and... the happiness.

And I thought it was all mine, this special life that bewildered me with its presence. But I was wrong. The warmth became the overbearing scorch of the sun.

And I thought I could hold it forever. Somewhere inside that's never been moved, there was this great sense of hope that pushed me so far that I became lost in the sky.

I am no sun, I do not belong up there. But I have met my sun, and I know now that I am not dead inside.