I like to think of us in metaphors: you’re the sun and I’m the moon; never meant to collide. Your freckles are stars, dusting the clarity of the night’s sky. Your mouth is a black hole; every word you utter pulls me in. But we, in all of our entirety, are a supernova; and eventually, we’ll burn out.
This is a work of creative fiction, created for the prompt: space.
Such an poignant piece, I love it. The metaphor is so true too, especially the black hole one, that’s a great line. Thanks for asking it to the challenge!
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for stopping by and, of course, for the prompt!
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You’re very welcome! I forgot to say I also loved the integration of that gif, it really worked with the piece… must have been something to do with it flashing invasively as you’re reading something so intense.
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I just thought it too beautiful a gif not to include – that was honestly the reasoning behind it aha.
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Too Good. Brilliant analogy.
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by
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