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Very strange. Just read it!
The sun and the moon. Warm amber and cool grey. And yet, he chooses the moon. He chooses the grey brimming with happiness, rather then the amber frozen with loss. He chooses the grey because he can see his own pain reflected too clearly in the amber. He chooses the grey because he has always lived in the dark.
Fire, new and dying. Bright blond and soft red. He chooses the colour of dying fire. He chooses this because it reflects how he feels. The light, full yellow fire dipicts the hope that he allowed himself to lose. The glow hurts him. Full fire hurts him, because it was something he never could hold. The ying embers give him something to see by. It is something he treasures. Becase it is gentle, because it is beautiful.
Tears. Both the sun and the moon shed tears. Full and dying fire shed tears. The sun's tears fall on him, surrounding him and shoving him away. The moon's tears catch him. The moon's tears beg him to stay. Torrential downpour and refreshing rain. He chooses the confusion and comfort of the moon, rather then the confusion and hurt of the sun. Why, because the sun doesn't look at him any more.
Pure white and forest green. The white and simplicity of the clothing dipicts how naive the sun is. Pure. It wants purity, it wants beauty. It can't accept that beauty is dying, and once he used to love that. But now he can't, because the beauty is washing from him too. Soon, the blaring light will show what he has become. But the forest accepts everything, beautiful or no, and shelters it. Why, because in it's own way it is ugly to. It combines beauty and uglyness. It shows the beauty in everything, even blood drenched shells. White does not look at that and see the human, white sees the horror.
He loves the sun. He really does. He can't deny this fact. Her beauty, her urge for beauty. He loves her and everything she stands for.
But the moon he has come to love as well. Her quietness. Her ability to understand, her ability to listen, her abilty to see beauty in things the sun can't. He loves her because she is strong, but lives with her beliefs and brings them across in a way that does not cause to much hate. The sun fights for dominance. The sun fights for her beliefs. And yes, that is a wonderful quality.
But the sun hurts him. Because at the end of the day, the sun's beliefs come above everything. The moon is just glad to be with someone. The moon is just glad to be with him.
He has learned to live with the dark. It is where he belongs. But the glow from the moon, the softness of the embers shine, and the cool forest shelter, the dark doesn't seem so bad anymore.
He just hopes the sun will find someone who will learn to live in her daylight shine. He hopes she can find someone who exists for beauty, because he is lost.
Well? Oh, and I can't do spellings because somethings gotten screwed up and I can't correct anything without deleting half a damn paragragh! AGHHHHH! Anywayz, R&R? I don't think it bashs anyone...
