Artificial Paradise

Composed of year-long highs and endless summer,
I attract the adventurous and bring in consistent waves of those searching for compensation.
Those who wander follow my promise of eternal sunlight, leaving behind all they have built to chase my warmth.
But when they arrive, they find a deceitful universe.
A universe composed of artificial impressions, presented by those imprisoned by vanity.
A universe lacking the change of the seasons, waiting for something new to occur, but it never does.
A universe where the endless sun transforms into drawn out days of rain paired with humidity.
Because, you see, the lense outsiders can view this place with are tainted.
Tainted by their removal of the clouds. Enhancing the sun. Soaking the warmth.
Tanned skin, sunkissed hair, lounging by the pool.
What their lense doesn't present are the endless hours spent perfecting their angle, the waiting period for the rain to stop, the reality.
The sunburns beneath the filter, the hours at the salon, sitting long enough for the flash of a camera.
For nothing is all sunshine and nowhere possesses endless warmth.
I show you my highlights, and I stop there.
My appealing presentation draws you in, until it is too late for you to escape my grip.
I take your struggles and cover them deep below my surface.
No one will know you possess these imperfections, as long as you aim your lense correctly.
They will surround you with envy and admiration, never knowing about your dark clouds.
So come, step into paradise.