the paradox of orbitals

she whispers poetic metaphors comprised of beautiful words into thirsty ears and watches as hungry eyes become enveloped with stars as they imagine the beauty of her love she tells them ¨he is the earth and i am his moon orbiting around him¨ orbiting for him but you see an orbital´s path is not paved by love for she often asks herself if she was really in love at all or was it simply his proximity which so forcefully pulled her in for closeness is what tore the moon from her own established path amongst the stars when she encountered the inescapable gravity of another celestial body the moon diminutive and frail in comparison had no choice but to succumb to the earth´s captivation and redirect her path to assume a new orbit around a new focus instead of progressing forward she now knows nothing but the same hideous loop and like a scratched record it repeats itself over and over and over and over again and every taste of freedom simply brings her careening even quicker around the next corner until she becomes all too familiar with the same series of events so she convinces herself she's fallen in love then that she's fallen back out of it again except she hasn't really fallen anywhere her mind simply adapts a new narration for the same spiral storyline she never really loved him for while they were close momentum prevented their hearts from ever truly touching (for if the moon and the earth drifted too close they would collide) and she will never know now that she has become entranced by a new planetary orbit and as she tells the story of how the moon fell for the earth the paradox of orbitals was the perfect disguise for her sinister love x.

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