whether in a machine, in my home, in a new place, in pain…I stare at the sky and I can’t help but feel some twisted form of gratuity. blessed to feel the glory of whatever it is that creates this wondrous burn in the sky without the fear that a bomb could fall across it. I don’t fear the dark that comes after the sun sets and what it may hide. I can do what I wish in light or dark. all people should experience this in the capacity they wish to. what made me one that’s to be able to enjoy this burning sun? the place of my birth? the color of my skin? I fear nothing but what could happen to others. I do everything to keep my heart on fire, to always stop for the burning sun, there must be more than simply hope that everyone gets to do the same.