change in the air and we'll hide everywhere

I'm changing. I don't know why, I just know.
I still love the moon, but I don't hate the sun anymore.
At least not the sunset.
I'm not happier, but neither am I unhappy.
I've learned to handle the distress and grief, the pain and sorrow.
The pain and sorrow that never really broke through the façade, but still lingered there behind me, ready to take over.
I never cry because of affliction anymore, for the only thing that brings me to tears these days is humiliation.
I never hide from the sunbeams anymore, the golden yellow light that hits my skin.
Because I know they will not be there to warm me forever.
There are clouds to block the sun, wet us with rain, and they will come even how sunny it is.
But they will also go away.
And it will go on and on and on, until the end of time. If there is time.
Until the end of our history, the history of our sun.
I wonder if it will be sunny or cloudy the last day. Maybe it will rain.
Wichever, it does not matter after the end. Everything will go on as usual, the sun, the clouds, the rain. With a new sun, other clouds and different water.
That is why it doesn't matter.
The sun forgives the clouds.