Toxic Sunny Delight

Sunlight is deceiving. Outside, it's warm, golden, almost happy. But inside, it's like dust from spotlights in your throat - dry, sticky, exhausting. That's how it is when the glare hurts your eyes, and you just want to turn off the lights, open the window, and breathe.

There is no hysteria here, just a quiet “enough.” No poses, no drama, just fatigue, like overheated asphalt. Even the sun seems toxic, like lemonade that has forgotten it is supposed to be refreshing. And somewhere in the midst of this sticky brightness, one solution sounds clear: leave. Let everything burn, as long as it becomes cool to breathe again.