Do you think the sun gets lonely up there? Floating around brightly without a care

Do You think it knows just how important it is? As big as it is and How much we need it to live

Do you think it knows it’s level of inspiration ? How it rises each day for each generation

Do you think it knows how much it’s admired ? How both its brightness and warmth are desired

Do you think it shines it’s brightest when it feels the most love ? As bold as it is we always look above

I don’t think the sun ever gets lonely up there Knowing it has us to admire it without a care

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there do you think he wants a friend Does he feel far away unloved and alone Does he need a friend to hug him tight and tell him he’s ok Does he need anything or nothing at all Does the sun want to be left alone to shrivel up and die kill us all in the process we almost stick together right? Does the sun want family to love and to care children of his own a love and a life does the sun need someone who cares people who listen and people who wont let go till you’re safe on your own fors the aun need a you or a me or a we does the auntie need someone sometimes to hug and to hold Or is the sun just me

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there, Trying to show the lesser stars that they too can radiate at the same frequency? I’ll bet the moon is tired of changing the tides Just to feel low when they’re high.

Memories of summer keep me warm. I remember the heat, Feeling sensual in the sense I wanted to rip off my skin To feel lighter in spirit.

I wanted something within me to be luminous Like the fireflies Despite the feral beast cooped up in December’s cage—

I took June for granted. And slept all throughout July. August was a fever dream. September flew by.

October summoned restless spirits. And I spent every day of November high. Now in dreaded December, It is too cold for fireflies.

“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?”

Well, obviously. The sun never gets a break. Even when the sun stops shining for you The sun is expected to shine for someone else. The sun doesn’t get to sleep. The sun doesn’t get the cool refresher of the night. The sun doesn’t even know that exists. The sun keeps shining, shining, shining. Because that’s its only purpose, That’s the only reason you love it. If it stopped radiating light and heat, You’d turn your back, cast it aside. But what are you meant to do? You’re only pursuing survival. You need its light, Its heat. It’s the only reason you exist. If the sun didn’t serve its purpose, You’d find something that did. You’d leave the sun behind Because you have to survive. Nobody blames you for that.

But the sun will never stop shining. The sun will keep going until it has nothing left, Because that’s the suns only choice. It won’t turn away from you, Don’t worry. If nothing else, you can trust the sun! It will never, Ever, Ever, Stop shining for you.

The sun will give you warmth and light. It knows you need that, Just as much as it needs a purpose.

But don’t ever forget the sun gets lonely sometimes.

“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?” Maria said as she laid next to Marshont. “Do you think her lover is the Moon?” Marshont says in reply. The two laid in silence for a brief moment before looking over at one another. Gazing into each other’s eyes they both smile. Maria reaches over to grab Marshont’s hand when suddenly they hear a big commotion outside in the courtyard. The two sit up slightly just enough to look over the rooftop where they hear Destiny and Jabari arguing very loudly in the dead of night. Under a bright street light the pair stand yelling back and forth. “How could you do this to me?” Destiny whines as tears begin to fill her eyes. “Fuck you Destiny!” Jabari screams as he turns to walk away. CLICK, BANG, BANG, BANG! Destiny has pulled a mini handgun out of her back pocket and releases the safety letting off 3 shots. Jabari’s body instantly drops to the ground stiff as a board. Destiny Calmly walks over to the body standing over it as she points the gun to his head, she hears a faint scream from a few blocks down. Destiny quickly puts the gun away and walks off into the field. Stunned Maria and Marshont remain quiet as they watch Destiny disappear into the darkness. “Wha-“ before Maria can finish her sentence Marshont grabs her arm and pulls her back from the ledge. “Let’s get the fuck outta here” Marshont whispers as he and Maria scuffle to the fire escape.

My arms are moving on wide arks, dashing lines across the board. The chalk leaves dust in the air, my hands flying through the clouds, scrawling wildly, as if my last moments are here and these are my final words. My eyes are flicking between points, erasing, redrawing, erasing, more lines. I’m out of breath and my arms hurt, but I’m not done. So close, but not done. Finally, I draw the last line. I take a step back, looking in wonder at the chalk-covered board. The numbers fit together like a mosaic, pieces coming together to form art. The base equations are simple, but that’s the beauty of it. Such a complex problem able to be solved with pieces already known, weaved together to create something new. To create the unknown. I take a step forward, circle the solution, and set down the chalk. Turning around, I see people furiously checking my work, and one by one they set down their pencils, looking up at me with hope. It works. “This is the dawn of a new age,” I think.

“The stars await us.”

Does the sun get lonely In the bright blue sky, the only. It looks down on us bellow, Not letting its feelings show.

The sun shines brightly, Fading softly nightly, Only to rise again, Wondering when- Will these men Ever learn?

The sun stands alone, The weight of time, a heavy stone, Wandering the only path it’s ever known, Across the sky it calls its own.

Do you think the Sun gets lonely up there? What does he do but sit And grin upon this world for eternal day?

Do you think the Sun gets angry up there Watching forever the rise and fall of nations, The depravity of Earth’s vain creatures?

Do you think the Sun ever thinks to himself, “One small flare, one microscopic point In the scope of the Universe would blot this madness from my sight”?

I think if I were the Sun I would at least consider it.

i always put him up on a pedestal “he’s the greatest!” “super nice guy!” comparing us day by day i never thought i could reach him

one afternoon he opened up spoke of issues i never even thought somone like him could have then you said something i could never forget

“do you think the sun gets lonely up there?”

i had never even questioned it

it’s so high up tall and mighty that no one dares to try

i took it upon myself to see him in a new light aswell

think of sunsets instead of noons, 3rd instead of 1st, Bs instead of As, water instead of ice, my _friend _ instead of an untouchable object

do you think the sun gets lonely up there?

is the moon envious of the Earth?

do the planets care about who’s better or worse?

are the stars worried about who’s shining brighter?

no. probably not.

but I feel lonely. not alone, but lonely.

I want what I can’t have. What others have. Beauty. Brains. A better sense of humor.

I care about what others think of me. If they like me. If you like me. If I’m good enough. If I’m as good as her or him or you. If I’m good enough for you.

I wonder why I’d ever stand out to anyone. To you. There are so many prettier girls, smarter students, stronger people. You shouldn’t pick me out of the crowd. You can’t. So why do I still wonder if somehow, you do? Why do I still put everything on you caring about me when you have zero reasons to do so?

I don’t glow as bright as the sun.

I want more in my life.

I wish I was as good as everyone else.

I hope one day I can shine a bit brighter, and maybe, just maybe, that day you’d pick me, and it would actually make sense.

because right now, it doesn’t. it doesn’t make any sense.