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Eclipse

The golden melting sun froze in his spot. 

He is filled with shock and distress and other anthropomorphic emotions one can think of as the beautiful moon hastily passed by his territory. Overwhelmed by the freakish-synchronicity-twist-of-a-plan from the universe (or perhaps the lack of it.), the sun gave out a hopeless painful sigh and allowed the clouds to cover him.

In that place of cloudy smokes and caffeinated thoughts, the sun was filled once again with chaos deep inside him. Together with the erratic molecular movement of his own fire and the amorphous swirling of emotions deep within him, chaos... chaos... and more chaos breeds. 

But.... deep within that absurdity and chaos, in that short glimpse of the moon, a spark of calmness was lit. He stared at the moon and peace was felt as he reminisced how they both followed the same orbit in the past.

He saw the moon smiled as she walked without looking where he was. The sun shed a tear, not because he wasn’t noticed, but because he saw that smile that never fails to melt his golden rays (both in the past and up to date). How can the sun ignore something that fuels his fire, knowing that dandelions and sunflowers depend on him?

In a twisted perspective of a scientific analogy, this time, the sun depends on the moon. In this untold love story between the sun and the moon, it is the moon that breathes hope to the sun. Both heavenly bodies have their own gravitational pulls and they both know they can’t be together in close proximity. Regardless of the cosmic love, they need to be far away from one another. The gravitational pull between them gave an infinite melancholy to the sun and made the moon to move on fast for the sake of the universal plan…

A celestial plan for the moon to continue breathing hope regardless of the temporal span shared with the sun…

A celestial plan for the sun to continue sharing his light…

And tears too heavy for the heavens to carry as it watched the cosmic tragedy…
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