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How do I explain? How do I go from here and breath in this air that slowly pushes us to an end? How do I explain that with each step and breath of air, I still find myself entangled in the beauty? Surrounded every day by the quakes and fires, the tears and the dreaded hours spent in our life, and yet I am still caught up by this breath of life. The quakes with their astounding, breathtaking force, able to uproot our minds and change where we stand. Forever moving ourselves into a different being. The fires forceful and bright, bearing fear for a moment but at the end we can collect and rebuild. Standing tall as we have faced the fire and made it through the other side able to grow as the forest rebuilds from the ashes. Tears coming as a notion we have survived, we live on and yet relieving the feelings we had been hurt before. Those dreadful things in our waking moments, encapsulating an eternity of our time, our short mesmerizing time, however growing us but keeping us firm in our roots. This world goes on without saying, without a breath, it goes on. The end of our time is only a continuation of time itself.

At the core of this planet, the force pulling us continually through, lays a presence we can not see; however, we feel it every day. The same current smooth and fluid, holding us firm to our feet. As we walk, we run, we jump, we return forever being held by the only unknown we know. How does one explain the concepts that lie deep below our feet in a world so stuck on how we are? This world, a small part in a much larger part of a continuous time march, forever entangling us in the true magic of our universe. For deep below our feet, a force pulls us down, as a gentle magnet carefully attaching to the magnetic force of our souls. We hold firm to this place as always.

As this force holds onto us, lovingly and gently, we allow ourselves to walk on without a second glance towards the being. Small or large however this being goes on it stays true to loving us, forever holding us in it is grasp. As a legend goes, love comes and stays no matter the discretion. The being does not have one love. As a being can best muster, there came a time, long ago, when our being had battled with love. As a new love had arisen. This is the love story of our being.

Millions of years have passed, yet our being was the same, in love with us and the planet is held together. Through fiery storms, drenching rains our being held true to loving us. The land grew, the water changed, species were born, new lovely things for our force to embrace. Some were harmful, although the being loved them still, weeping as a species was lost and praising as a new landscape or creature came to surface. The time had changed much, but still our being held naïve to the beauty and embraced all that had been and would be with graceful and loving hands. As the light went down and the light began to dissipate, the being could embrace the true between of what laid beyond the force’s grasp. Small, sparkling and dazzling, the stars shone above in the night. The land laid as normal, fierce, and brilliant. The being was astounded and pleased to be in this beauty, and loved everything more still.

As night came and day passed, the being laid fixed and gazed upon the open air, awestruck. Suddenly a new light had appeared dazzling in the sky above. The light remained out of reach, so the being remained in awe from a distance. Loving the light like any other. The being stared deep at the light watching as it grew closer to the planet, the being became joyous. A new creation, a new lovely light that I may soon be able to reach. The being thought as the light approached. The light grew, as did the joyous turmoil within the being. Closer and brighter now than any light had been before, the being reveled in the thought the light would be embraced by our force holding every lovely thing so close. Yet in an instant, the being watched as the light became one with the planet. The being watched as the planet shattered, piece by piece each lovely thing scattered apart from itself, suddenly leaving the being behind, and leaving its embrace. The planet shattered and spun out of control, as the being too was shaken and out of control. The being was lost confused, hurt by how the light from above could change everything it had loved so fast. Shattered and lost from emotions, the being stood still for a moment, gathering itself. The planet was scattered, gone in a moment. The light had dissipated and only the pieces and the stars remained. The silence stood profound for the being.

The being gazed on at the stars, in still silence everything was calm. The being loved everything it had seen, every shining star above and below. The being embraced the silence, loving the new environment it had found itself upon. Although the being missed the close embrace of the planet. The being began reaching for the stars, but wasn’t able to grab ahold of any, however close they had seemed they were still so far from reach. The being began the sit still in the silence, gazing into space. The being remained unsatisfied without the planet, and so the being began to reassemble. As time goes on, forever unstopping.

Piece by piece, the being began to reform the planet, however the planet had changed and the being loved the planet more. Carefully reconnecting each piece, the being worked dutifully. When the planet had completed, the being looked upon an enchanting land, although the land would take time to heal from the fires, the being loved effortlessly, this beautiful landscape laid before it. In the sky, the being spotted a few small pieces left. Where could these fit? I thought the planet was whole once again? The being was sure to have missed something, but the planet was whole. The being thought for a moment. Recollecting the pieces, the being remembered they must have belonged to the light that had destroyed the planet. The light was not a light, for it had been a small planet lost without a being of its own. The being sighed as it had loved the little orphaned planet but could not hold a place for it within its grasp. The being began to weep as it let go of the smaller planet, watching it drift off into space. The being wept hard, the seas began to rise in the turmoil. The small planet drifted further; however, the being had fallen in love with the orphaned planet, unable to let go of the planet. The being reached out hoping to reach the small planet.

The being reached and had succeeded. Now holding the small planet, the being had decided. This planet will now have a place here. So, the small planet too stayed held in the being’s embrace. Spending its continuous time, orbiting around the planet. Forever in this embrace, the being held onto the planet and the small planet.

Forever in this dance, Earth, and Moon, held by the love of Gravity.