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by
Ella Fields
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August 6 - August 7, 2024
You and me … like the moon and the stars, we’re permanent.”
“Gotten stronger every fucking day, month, and year. To the point where you’ve become a permanent part of me, and I don’t know if I could ever exist without you.”
“You’re everything good in this world. You glow so brightly, I never stood a chance.”
I found it strange, inconceivable even, how the heart, the main organ in which provides our life force, could keep functioning throughout unending trauma. How could something so vital to our well-being, to our survival, sustain such injury, such destruction, yet continue to beat? It didn’t seem right.
We were the breeze that ruffled the dandelions. The sun that scorched our skin red until we searched for reprieve under our favorite willow tree. And underneath the stretch of dark skies, we were each other’s stars.
Maybe you didn’t always need to try to capture beauty. Sometimes, you simply needed to experience it, let it seep into you and fill your soul with color instead.
“Because without the stars, the moon is left alone to battle the dark.”
Some things were simply irrefutable and inescapable. The stars, the moon, and the way my heart would always beat in sync with hers. And with enough forgiveness, love, and trust, not even forever could stop us.