Dark suns burn black with tiredness, and I reach out to her cold night for an icy embrace...
I float in shadows as deep as the Mediterranean sea, and swallow her mass like a hungry child gasping for breath...
I found sight in the shallow light of the dark sun and gave her my hand...
We danced in the anxiety of a thousand black suns, and watched the atmosphere kiss the chaos that ignited when we fought for purpose...
It was in black calamity that she taught me peace...
About the Creator
Patrick Santiago
Writing because I'm too poor to make movies. Working to change that!
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