i like to tell stories

The other day, I could not make that hot red sun stay.

The other night, I could not make that cold blue moon go away.

Tonight, I needed an eclipse.

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So I turned off all that artificial light around me. I made this place as dark as I could.  I made my own bursts of light in the dark at a speed faster than that I had ever held in my hands before this day. That hot red sun did not block that cold blue moon and that cold blue moon did not block that hot red sun. My will alone tonight could not create that I wanted or that I needed.

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These bursts of light in my hands tonight must not have been fast enough.

My Father At The Home Of His Mother | All Photographs – April 2, 2010