Sun

You shout at the blinding sun, barring your teeth, growling.
Are you angry?

No response, but you hear the stars laughing.
You are still grieving for the loss of your friend.
Maybe you should have stayed there.

Actually.
What are you doing?
There is no point in seeking revenge against a burning star.
You have no chance.
And you hate that fact.


Suddenly, you feel very powerless...