“Good morning, world,” she said, letting a ray of sun on her face,
“Why I am here another day?”
She paused, letting questions shift and arrange priorities inside of her, putting off her daily routine to try to understand how to be human.
“To love,” the sun replied, realizing an answer from the world would be a little hard to hear because of the colorful noises, melting into each other. Besides, sometimes the world got a bit demanding, and he might convince her to try to fix him.
She hadn’t been expecting an answer at all. The question was purely rhetorical.
But now that she had it, it warmed her, drawing out light between cracks of uncertainty and dusty corners of familiarity.
“To love,” she repeated, knowing that the tiny word held a billion galaxies full of meaning, that the world himself couldn’t even dare contain.
“Yes, to love,” The sun repeated for emphasis, rising higher in the sky at the energy that came from the proclamation, making sure his fingertips reached her, tickling her face.
He knew he was only a metaphor, his warmth a picture of what could happen on the inside of her, if she dared make this truth her purpose, if she believed this instead of focusing on the chaos the world would bring.
“To love,” she whispered, knowing beyond knowing that this was greater than any human heart, any world, greater even than the brilliant energy shining on her skin.
The sun smiled brighter. Now she got it.
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