Everyday Thoughts

When I found the moon

I was born a bright sun. Blazing proudly and obliviously... ignorant that one day my flame would burn out. It wasn't long before one day I would realize how pointless it all was without anything to shine upon.

My flames had no reach, but they had depth. One no normal person could fathom without being scorched to their core. I was the only one who could withstand such a suffocating heat. Isolated, alone, solitary.

I was not meant to have the world revolve around me, my orbit was lonely. Very few bodies relied on my warmth, but I treasured each one. They were my friends, my true family, for whom I would not have to wear a facade.

There were those who would abuse my warmth, traitorous comets burning everything they touch. Many have passed me, long since. Every time it still hurts to see one pass. Each continuing to burn intensely until they are ashes.

Then, I met the moon.

She was my counterpart, and my parallel. Whom had walked the same path, riddled with pain and treachery. I knew she could suffer my heat.

Such a dim, beautiful light. Not easily noticed. Always walking a lonely path. Seeking love, companionship, purpose. With her I wanted to share my warmth, and know her struggle, her joy, her life.

When I found the moon she was but a small but beautiful thing. But before I knew it, I needed her as much as I wanted her, and the same held true for us both.