Apr 2018
He turned to the ornate seraph of a human, her whole life ahead of her.
"What do you want?"
"The sun the moon and the stars." She replied.
"My child," life said while patting her head. "I cannot give everyone all the sun, all the moon, and all the stars."
"What do you want?"
"The sun the moon and the stars." She replied.
"My child," life said while patting her head. "I cannot give everyone all the sun, all the moon, and all the stars."
She is all these things, a mind like bottled eternity and a Hand full of ideation. But in return feeble things like the state of her human life suffers. Choices must be made, not everyone can have all the sun, all the moon, and all the stars.
(16/F)
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