I am like Icarus. I stare into the sun as it burns my eyes yet I long for it anyway. I long for its rays to warm my empty void of self and relive me of my burdens. I will flock to its light and drag myself up up up, further and further until I’m mere dust floating through the universe. I do this because I am like Icarus, I love the sun even as it melts my wings and sends me plummeting into the ocean.