I miss the sun.

I miss the sun.

These days I find myself wearing paler clothes,

Maybe I’m becoming like a cave creature that doesn’t even have eyes,

Or maybe it’s just longing for a bit of contrast.

I like warmer creamy neutrals,

To drink in pastel lemonade.

I dream of sitting in sunlight,

While rising in the shade.

I hate medium blue because it means I’m already too late.