Before it explodes

Disclaimer: This does not reflect my current state, just my attempt at creativity.

When the sun leaves your world,
And you wish you could
pull on that last strand of its rays -
pull it close to your heart;
Instead,
You realise,
millions of clouds are replacing its spot,
and you can't move your fingers,
and you can't move your lips,
and you can't feel your hair on your shoulders;
Yet you feel a heavy weight,
waiting to crush your body,
resting itself on your back;
And when your tears drip to your lips,
then your knees,
then your feet;
And you question your existence,

Remember:
[insert happy memories here]