i am the sun, the rain, the moon

"how are you?"

you need not ask. words fail me.

just look up the sky. does the sun hover above the firmament immaculately? or does it hide behind the clouds? inside, i feel like the sun. gleaming and bursting with life... sometimes burning madly, all geared up to set anything that comes it way ablaze.

once in a while, when my tear ducts run dry, the heavens weep for me. It howls with fury freeing rage and my bottled up emotions... or it softly weeps at night, crying the world to sleep.

i can also be the moon in its luminous glory. calm and incandescent amid the obscurity of the night... or as shy as the new moon, absent on a star-filled sky....