The Truth About Reality

the sun

She sprinted ahead, Panting in rhythmic breaths but not at all fatigue. She was beautiful, her hair in slowmo, blowing in the wind like a model. She stopped and the next thing I know is she was laying on the floor, giggling and holding my hand.

She looked up and sighed.
"I think that's what's wrong with the world"

I sat up and looked at her, confused

"Nobody says what they feel and they keep it inside as they are ashamed to feel and say it. If they are sad, they don't cry, if they are happy, they don't laugh and dance, if they are angry they don't scream they just hold they're heads down and keep walking. And nobody looks up and see how beautiful the sky is"

I looked up. The sky was crimson and the sun was playing hide and seek with the stars, ducking into clouds. Then, it stopped and never came back again as if something tragic had happened and it had to walk away and hide like we hide our emotions.

Then the sun would then go and drink, doing all it can to be happy despite not being blissful and playing with the stars. So instead the moon comes and plays, a little brother to sun yet has a bigger heart and knows when he's upset. The sun goes and drinks away the pain and cries itself to sleep before waking up again the next day and being all bright and happy.

Dosent it sound so similar to what our world has become?
I thought deeply about what Skylar had said and it then hit me. We are the suns and you have to find a moon to step in and help you. And the stars are who you have to become. Free but dying yet shining every moment and doing everything they can to make they're life the best before they die

This was the reality and I didn't like it