Sky's Dead

Note: This was created some time during the first semester of AY '06-'07, a first of 3 parts.

Overwhelming joy filled the sky for almost 500 days which seemed to be years. He was loved and he loved back. With the sun’s warm rays of love, he was very contented. Death, from which the sky was saved, is nowhere to be felt.

As the sun is just like any other star decorating the great wall of the universe called the sky, they are not supposed to be and would never be. And after the 500 years of warmth, love, joy, and intense passion, the sky once again brings forth the night, blowing a wind of emptiness, getting colder as midnight draws nearer. Then, in a snap of a moment, the sky roars in sadness and hate for itself and taps every roof with tears enough to drown the burning heat of a 500-year love. For hours, he weeps, then stops.

He has finally quieted down but the silence is too much for the hearts are blazing in passion and at peak of their love. The silence drowns every shout, every scream, and every yell with its very striking message, the sky’s “dead.”

Yes, he is dead, killed by the fire of his own passion. He was burned at his own stake. After the 500 years of relief from the “death,” he returns to where he did not want to belong. Unfortunately, fate brought him back there.

But worry not. He lives again tomorrow, on the next, and once again someday. As the sun continues to rise from the east, so does the sky live again just to die once again 12 hours later.