I mostly live in the shadows. Sometimes I have to force myself there, especially on the days I feel like the sun. Those days are difficult, because everyone else seems eclipsed by my manic light, which creates others’s shadows, too. I’m not sure what this means. There’re only a handful of days over the course of my life where I was the sun, so it’s not like I have control, or I can will my light in and out of existence. I can’t predict when it happens, but I can feel it; it’s like being haunted. I try not to interact with anyone when I’m sun-like, because everyone involved gets burned. Dumb and gross cliche. But, when I’m gleaming the world burns. Or it could burn. And I burn along with it. Je n'aime pas le soleil.
