embers

[they met as children. they met as boys whose souls were on fire. they met as secrets.

they had passion when they met.

and when they departed they were merely embers. ashes. dying stars. aches that could not be soothed. ]

|journal entry|
Name: Elijah
date: april 15th
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Sometimes, poets can only find their muse by tragedy, chaos, loss. Mine came in the form of the blue-eyed, sorrow of a self destructive boy.
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Love. Such a beautiful, pitiless thing. Such a beautiful way to make such a beautiful boy so ugly and angry.

Nicholas. Such a charming name for a lovely boy. His name rang off peoples tongues like a victory, like summer, like a god. Sainted, but so easily caught up in sin. Maybe that's why he was taken from the blonde haired boy.

Elijah. Hebrew for "my God". A god to the saint, a star to the dark sky. He was always on fire, yet he did it so quietly. Too humble for victory, yet too human not to want to taste.

An unlikely pair, much more likely than thought. And yet, just as they found their shooting stars, they realized there must be a collapse. A destruction. and only then will they be reborn.

Or maybe.. only one can survive the crumbling of their stars.