The Sun

I think I mentioned once before that I don't like the Sun. Allow me to go into detail of why.

First of all, its ugly. Like one of those gaudy baubles an older woman would wear, rather than cosmetic surgery, to distract from her noticeably aging face.

Secondly, it's light is so harsh, like an oppressive weight, hammering down unrelentingly, even in colder months.

And, last but not least...actually, probably most of all, the fact that, even though it's much like an ugly bauble that you can't resist looking at, YOU CAN'T FUCKING LOOK AT IT. that drives my ADHD straight up the wall. A shiny you can't look at. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?! |:[

The Moon, on the other hand....

The Moon is beautiful. The Moon is mysterious. The Moon is deep and poetic. It gently caresses the darkened landscape with it's pale glow. It drifts across the night sky like a pearl in a sea of diamonds. I could drink in it's elegant light for hours and never be full...