Imagine...
Snow covers everything. The white, freezing, powdered sugar, hiding whatever may be underneath. Then looking to the dark horizon while the flakes fall, looking out your car window, to view the haunting silhouettes of tall pines and dead, leaf-less trees. Then smiling at the sight, astounded by the sudden realization that it's beautiful.
The dark grey clouds hiding what would've been the purple-pink sunset, the gentle light peeking through only so slightly to give the distinction that the horizon has met its mate.
The trees, too tall to see over, black in the distance. Trying to extend and reach upwards, upwards to touch the heavenous skyline. Opening their arms wide for whatever might come, spreading their hands to finally grasp the untouchable.
Just like how society is, being the black trees trying to taint the already grey clouds, which are too high and desperately trying to protect their light. The golden sunrise, the bright days, and the pink-purple sunsets, even struggling to protect the predecessor of the sun, the shining moon of which society wants to bring down.
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That entire situation is how Link is. Link is the clouds, trying to protect us, his friends -- and me -- from the awful grip of society's cruel ways. Link is always the hero, Bean's hero... My hero.
Link is the clouds, cascading over the sky to protect his Sun, his Bean. I am the Moon, the Sun's predecessor, the small yet bright one with a dark side most don't want to see, and is always in need of him just to see the subtle reflection of light I give. And my friends are the Sun, the shining miracle upon the otherwise blank canvas above, the brightest in the world, the warmest all around, the best greeting one could ever expect.
And he, the dark grey shaded clouds, covers us all from the harsh downfall of society, the black reaching trees...
All I can do is watch, and thank him. I can't stand with him, he always takes the insults for me.
And I don't think he realizes that I'm thankful for him and his actions. In fact, I'm more than the most grateful, because he saved me from society's abuse.
Link, I'm so grateful. You dont even know. And I love you, soooo much.
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My Cup of Cocoa
Non-FictionThis is a log where I'll put everything for now. These might be the last things that people will see of mine, this might not. I just hope that it won't come to the point of me dying to be noticed... ..... Read it if you want! I help with homework!
