the Mother is in my head

the Sun has always wanted to leave. He has, for the longest time, longed to leave this space... to venture into another dimension, where nothing is real and he doesn't have to rise and set, he doesn't have to behave on HIS day, he doesn't have to be responsible for the flowers blooming, the trees fit and healthy, and human laughing among others.

the Sun has always wanted to do what he wants to do and not be responsible for 1 million other things that is solely/directly/indirectly dependant on him. he does not want to be liable.

the Sun, has always wanted to know what it feels like to be cold. the cold he feels inside is so far off in comparison to the cold that he cannot feel on the outside.

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the Moon was the lost limb. the ugly toe, if i may. and the Moon is so blessed to have a simple mind with contentment in his heart. all he does is to dream the alternate life that he anticipates to being true, one of these days.

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and the end will be when the bits and pieces of the limbs reconnect into something whole, and perfect.