the heat from the closeness of me tilting towards the sun was staring up to ignite the night and light up the coldness of the cave, the billowy flames lit up my face, the thinning smoke hung in the branches waiting for wind. my front was warm but cold backs of my arms never felt the "dawn". the night was long. when the real dawn came i saw it crawl over the hill and i felt clean and shook my hair out in the light.

i looked up and hurt my eyes on the painful powerful sky. i looked down and felt motion under me. i looked out across the freeway at the people flying by and turned my head, i closed my eyes. i felt my size. i recalled my fire and my lack of dawn, my one sided warmth; i just wanted more.

but i am small. im not a planet at all. im small...we are all.

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