Around the Solar System in 80 Days

Sun: You burnt the soles of my feet but no one offered the view you did, I could not resist putting my swing there, each sway rising a gust of suffocating hot air, Perhaps that’s why I was looking outwards, you shined too bright for me to admire your beauty, to caress your celestial skin. When I finally got eye protection, you left me at the doorstep of bitterness and footsteps of gravity.

Mercury: So overwhelmed by responsibilities, crushed by the hands of expectations you lost your way a little, or maybe this was your way. Reflecting your surroundings. I had hoped you’d offer me solace from the scorching sun and you did… but only when it wasn’t looking and not completely. It was always there on the horizon, always breaking dawn. You made my chest hurt be it with jokes or radiation.

I will always respect you, cherish you, you are the closest to my sun.

Venus: The rebel. Doing things more than your way, the unconventional way. It’s so odd you’re named after the goddess of love. I guess love is unconventional, offering someone all of you even when they might not or offering it even after seeing their insides. That isn’t very rational, is it? Aren’t we as humans supposed to be rational, well you are a rebel so…

You and I are the same. You know if I let victory consume me I’ll also become bubbling poison at least I’ll be interesting, worshipped across eras from afar. Respected and revered for what I represent...

I guess I already am you

Earth: I wish you were younger or I was older. I wish I could sit next to you and talk to you about how gorgeous your clouds were, pristine white or an aching silver sometimes a haunting black occasionally a blushing pink. But I didn’t, Exploited your resources till you were a lifeless coughing grey mess. At times generosity wanted me to leave you a few things but I’m your result and since when you were known to be merciful, bountiful perhaps but not kind. Everyone was a cog in the machine, following arbitrary rules that gave your children momentary highs. Making us addicted to your fallen parts to such an extent that we intentionally started making you lose your parts.

Must reap what you sow, darling

Mars: No use in pretending that you weren’t filling a void, everyone knows it. Near perfect but only near. Checking all the criteria in a second choice kind of way. You even looked like my second favourite type of ice cream, the flavour is a good filler for its toppings. Similarly, your accessories raised you up the list of options, the fancy parties, stacked champagne glasses and intellectual books. Yet you held me at night and waved some of my fears away, balmed my burnt feet soles for which I could never thank you because I will never acknowledge their existence and definitely not yours

Jupiter: Smallpox vaccines are no longer administered as the previous generations thoroughly got inoculated, Most of those alive don’t know of the disease beyond their textbooks at most. You’re sort of the same, preventing harm that no one can even see from befalling me. Moving at such speed no one can keep up with you, maybe that’s why at your core you’re so small, all these satellites, all this pompous show but life needs true connections. There was just no space for that in your life after that … let’s not dwell on the past but life is short; drop your gaseous walls disguised as shallow show. Then again it’s this show that sheltered me from asteroids during my formative years. Life is just this I guess, even though I want the best for you I don’t as it contradicts what’s best for me. You’ve borne all this pain for me, what's more, another heel to crush your bleeding head.

Saturn: Self-obsessed, your world truly revolves around you. Why wouldn’t it? The most delicate and gorgeous rings encircled you, physically separating you from lowlifes. Privilege will only do you so good when it comes to the fighting arena, these delicate halos will disintegrate. You are too gentle your winds breeze past faces, like the wafting smell of our childhoods. The peppermint hung in air during Christmas when Santa became fake. Or the smell of liquor when parents become adults that made decisions. Or when you told me you loved me but you really meant her, and the way her hair flows and shines under streetlights. Her and the way she sips her coffee so graciously without leaving a blotchy lipstick stain.

No matter how sweet the fantasy,

Delicate things break easy and pretty ones even easier.

Uranus: Icy attitude paired with facing the other way has served its purpose of keeping you unreachable successfully. You wouldn’t want anyone to get close to you, see the business you’re running, the games you play. If it weren’t for my addiction to ice I would have never neared you but I’m glad I did, I learnt the essence of society. Scarcity creates value, it doesn’t matter whether it be artificial or natural. If it’s always available it’ll be taken for granted, it’ll be wasted, it will be devalued. So now you can catch me from 5-6 pm on weekdays, weekends are off obviously. I think the deeper I delved into capitalism the more I eluded it, the more I value the way it makes it rain diamonds for me.

Don't cry, you're the one who taught me how to use and use and use so now I use abuse and exploit.

Neptune: Galileo saw and recorded you back in 1600s but never gave you a name. And then 200 later we realised your existence and purposefully sought it. So when I bought you some donuts in the school cafeteria you told me how to live life. You can always choose what realities to face, and how those realities are defined.

I'm unemployed. I'm between jobs

The future looks scientifically bleary. Turn off the news

Their eyes dont look for mine anymore. Wear sunglasses

It's all too simple and peace is supposed to be accepting the world as it is but isnt the world what I see it to be so I guess I am at peace. Orange skies and waves crashing all so gorgeous, just ignore the left where the napalm is burning and ignore the right where the boat is being wrecked.

Isnt life gorgeous?

Honourable Mention

Pluto: We weren't in the same circles, I bumped into you. You scratched your nails in my chest, forced me to wear 3D glasses to the movie of your life. I hate movies. External validation is a drug you can't get rid of. Be it by being titled a planet or uwu soft planet must protect Pluto uWu. I'm young though and I refuse to learn from the mistakes of those that came before me. The idea of you is a lot more enamouring than what you truly are, see I'm still talking about what people say about you.

You're hollow there is nothing interesting about you.

Why are you my mirror?

-P