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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