Soldiers of the Sun

winter keeps me arms length from destroying the world. The sun feeds me its missions and I march them out fully equipped and completely remorseless. i dredge forward with purpose and grace. attract eyes and insight envy. i break. tear. and smile. the sun whispers "you are who you dream of being." "they're all yours." i raise my head slowly like an awakening machine. i swallow my own stomach and digest the pain. for i have purpose. i step with ease. my body runs on the fuel of my energy. my eyes dart up and down and my intentions mutter between love, hope, and pure power. i could tear this building down in one breath. wrap all the colors around my fingers and rip the air out of all your lungs. reaching and gasping for survival. the grandeaur feeding my veins. adding dreams to my heart.