of Sun

The sun doesn't set, the nights don't get dark. I lose track of time in the permanent twilight that is for sleeping, all I want is to be out in it. Do you remember how we'd spend entire summers in that space? Perhaps we were drugged by youth but I still think the magic is out there. There's a bed waiting for you in every home; they build their houses, drive their cars, return to the safe ground from which they came but they make room for you in it.

But I never wanted the safe space.
All I ever wanted was magic.