Hey Eternal Flame
I hope you’re doing okay over there, burning
Forever, at least my forever
I’ll be your watcher
I wonder if this a role passed down from time before me
If another of my kin sat chatting to the sun all day
But it just seems like such a lonely living
Watching
I wonder if others spare the time of day
For the time of day?
Speaking of, it’s setting time
It’s awful that I have worse days to compare today’s heat to when today’s heat was still too high
But we both know, no matter how many
Damn you’re hots
I utter, that it’s not your fault
Not really
If it was your fault the outer atmosphere would be being destroyed
Yes, this call is coming from inside the house
Dear Sun
I hope there’s someone on the other side of the world for you to talk to
Though I suppose twelve hours in …
Dude I’m not doing the math to figure out how many hours the sun exists just use your mind palace and imagine it
Yeah that’s not long to wait I suppose
My patience and his patience must be vastly different things
So I suppose you can set and see me tomorrow for me, and in a few hours for you
Though I suppose “hours” would be relative to whatever you’re revolving around
Maybe it’s more like minutes
Space time is wild
Like time in space
Anyways goodbye and goodnight sir Sun I’ll see you tomorrow.
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