Imagine the feeling of flying headfirst into the sun, Wanting to bathe in the warmth all your life. Then realization hits in. No matter how close you think you'll get, It will always be out of reach because you would burn if you ever did. No matter how much you love the sun, you will never even graze the surface of it. But the yearning, the wanting. Can you ever let it go? I cannot fathom which is worse, the burning of passion or the fall in failure