“You can do this,” breathes the wind. “In your soul, a star glows brighter than the sun. Your love is like none other.”
I can't love.
The heat from the star burned away my feelings.”
“Love is eternal”, the sun's sweet voice. “Even mine has not been incinerated. Passion is immortal, and it cannot be stopped.”
“There is nothing I can feel passionate about. In it's desperate escape, the fire within me suffocated, transforming my eyes to ashes. As they smoke to relieve the pain, the oxygen changed my frustration into heavy tears.”
“Your cheeks are a riverbed”, the shadows whisper as they envelop, knowing the protection sought. “Is that a bad thing? You still feel. A light shines within you, illuminated by your very soul, and coexists with your rivers; nothing can be quenched, nor evaporated. It feels like destruction, but you are at peace. Your soul is another world, and though you sense