the gods say death is a fool’s errand Eli Rooke
Content warning: This piece contains references to drowning and implications of suicide. Your time is running out. You can feel it in the way you’ve been trying to count sunsets. Trying to figure out which one is the last so it can be important. This sunset, the one you tell yourself cannot be the last because it doesn’t feel right, sinks behind the ocean horizon. You think about the time, long ago and far away, when you watched a burning sun foolishly end itself. It dragged a galactic sea into its orbit and the waves rose to the embrace. They knew that this was the end, as far as ends go, and welcomed the sun to its death.
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