I'm supposed to sleep now, but I can't. I started to think of odd things again, and decided to write it down this time. ~~#altruistic
The light shines so bright! When did she come to life? People are blinded when they're approaching closely to her. Too strong for your eyes, too hot for your skin. Her personality is intense!
How will the light possibly be understood without any intimacy?
The light shines so strongly, to make the world lucid and clear, spending all her tireless energy to illuminate the world for everyone's eyes.
One day the light got blocked. No one appreciates the light before she's gone! Doesn't everyone expect the light to upon eternities after eternities smile? 'Cause that's what suns and stars do, right? Do you ever imagine they'll fade during your very lifetime?
Oh, you thought you could see in the dark? Let the light send you somewhere out there between dry branches of dead life, no moonlight to guide you. She'll forbid you "No!", unless you've previously poisoned a living soul to death. Your senses are limited, your perceptions are the keys to a good life! Are you sure you want to live this way? Not even the cat, not even the owl will see without a source of light -- when the light first has stopped shining, everyone knows they are blind in the dark without her inestimable help, screaming "I'm so, so, sorry, dear Light! I should have listened to you since the very beginning!" crying for help, seconds 'fore the end of time.
Oh, the ones who never reached their arms for the beams of the light will slowly freeze and end their time...
The light shines so bright she blinds your eyes! Tell me, where are the hidden secrets? Her flames burn so passionately they overheat your body. The light, she seems somewhat suspicious... Is this too good to be true? She is so intensely altruistic, those long beams of hers; did you know they even existed in this up-down world?
How impossible it is, to surround the light with coldness -- the coldness will never be capable to reach its goal, 'cause the strong warmth will always bring coldness to knees! The war is always honest and hurtful. Her way of solving problems, always with passion, love and warmth!
You, you, the lucky one,
the light you're seeing might be the only light you'll ever meet...
And the light is so sensitive. She exists to burn forever, a seemingly endless period of time. She lives a life to spread the light from here to there, like candles in rows -- but the light is so sensitive. How easy it is, to spill a bottle of water over her, to make her cry and hide within her own fountain of tears...
'Cause the light is what makes your world warm. The ones whose need for warmth is gone, is dead! Is there any way to grow once again?
Light, light! Something you see everyday, with no acknowledgement. The light, she is here, all the time with you; What effort do you need to spend? However you dress, whatever you do, good or bad deeds-- the light is just around the corner, no matter how good or evil you've been! What's the point in straining yourself to be a good person, when the light is there anyway? You know she'll never ever leave!
Though, why are then some days so dark? Why does the light sometimes fade so mystically? For how long will this remain a mystery?
Thank you for reading my strange thinking. ~ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Night.:3