It was getting late. The sky was spattered with cotton candy and glitter, but the moon was staring at the sun. It was unusual, for her to just stare like that. I knew they would get closer.
That one day, they'd touch. But for now, they're staring, and so am I. It's a warm night at least. I'm still alive, barely. I know I won't stick around much longer, but the moon is inching closer to the sun.
I want to see her get touched too. Not like I just was– violently, angerly–, but with tenderness and passion.
With love.
But I know that the sun is fire, and loving fire only ends with burns just like mine.
He was too bright. He blinded me
Just before the eclipse.
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