Written by Emily Harstone | February 26, 2018
Watching the end of the world
Emerging, perched on the edge, beginning.
On the edge, I perched, anticipating.
She waited for the Sun’s demise…
In that moment, she was alive.
And that is when she knew.
The mother of all that lives
I felt alone in this world.
Just one push? Hard to resist.
Time to save the world…again.
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Watching the end of the world
Emerging, perched on the edge, beginning.
On the edge, I perched, anticipating.
She waited for the Sun’s demise…
In that moment, she was alive.
And that is when she knew.
The mother of all that lives
I felt alone in this world.
Just one push? Hard to resist.
Time to save the world…again.