I fear you like how the sun cowers from the moon, and the moon from the sun.
only to confront each other once before turning away again.
And....Repeat.
Maybe their fear isn't fear.
It's the blinding look of the perfection that
the sun has on the moon,
The intimidating rays of the sun and so,
the moon shields behind the earth.
The earth,
Like arms to run into
but then again
It revolves the sun. Always.
Never the moon.
Never.
Why can't they just collide
The sun, the moon, the earth.
Make a giant explotion in the space and, think about the light it would make.
The rock against rock
and fire against land.
It would be filled with brightness that only the sun used to have.
And now all of them do.
But if they collide,
Then that would be too bad.
Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 8:35 AM UTC
I fear you like how the sun cowers from the moon, and the moon from the sun.
only to confront each other once before turning away again.
And....Repeat.
Maybe their fear isn't fear.
It's the blinding look of the perfection that
the sun has on the moon,
The intimidating rays of the sun and so,
the moon shields behind the earth.
The earth,
Like arms to run into
but then again
It revolves the sun. Always.
Never the moon.
Never.
Why can't they just collide
The sun, the moon, the earth.
Make a giant explotion in the space and, think about the light it would make.
The rock against rock
and fire against land.
It would be filled with brightness that only the sun used to have.
And now all of them do.
But if they collide,
Then that would be too bad.
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