Vicarious

The desire to live another's life sparks inside my mind in an electric cloud of altruistic selfishness. Imagining just how green the grass would be coalesces and precipitates in a heavily laden voyeurism. What appears as fresh perspective rolls across the expanse of my consciousness and blots out the sun of self. It's an easy storm to hide within, its moisture warm and comforting, but it lacks reality and the flaws of truth. Mistaking imagination for compassion only leads to a loss of self, and I realize that above all weather, the sun forever shines.