PS

I didn't post a creative arts selection for last week. :(
And this week's one is due... today. So... ummmmmm... how bout this?

“Icarus”

I hope you are not abject to my feelings of foreboding as I fly ever closer to the sun of despair. Burning through my wings, melting my heart, I stumble over your fumbling footfalls. Fearing you will trip over my words, I stutter into my shelter. My comfort zone where I glide into oblivion, a place where only I can exist. That shadow, the darkness, the utter black pitch of nothing is home. I’d welcome you in, but I regret to inform you that I have not prepared for your arrival. The old saying goes that you will come when least expected. So here you are, not when expected, but not unwelcome. Let us just sit here, fighting against the event horizon, little guppies swimming up stream. We will never make it alone, but together the sun can not burn us both. I will reach into your safety and fill my empty. Euphoria, even in pain so extreme it bespeaks, threatens death. It whispers into the heart, into the soul. It teases so effortlessly, corrupting, enticing so perfectly we are helpless against its charms. So we follow. Leaving my place, leaving comfort, to fly close to the sun. It has tricked us. Now I must save you, for thy happiness is thine own. But it is like Odysseus returning home, finding his house plagued by suitors. I enter, a stranger to my own heart, strangers prodding it. Crimson clichés drizzle down their demeaning deceptions. They don’t even bother to hide anymore, just conquering. Alexander the Great moving in on the edge of the world. This is the edge of my world. Upside down and inverted, sitting on the magnifier. Here it is, a black and white. Worth a thousand words. Kept safe over centuries. Meaning scratched off from the rough hue of many fingers, all brushing up to get their copy. All I want to do is sit here, joined at your hip. But they told us to fly into the sun. So here I am saving you, making you last longer than I. Giving you the opportunity to grace the world with your beauty. Hidden behind a glass frame, admired by all. And mostly by me. In my memory you will stay. I have enough pictures. I melt them all beneath the sun, capturing them in memory, placing them next to yours. Finding peace here in my black hole sun.