This feeling of unease seeps its way into a world where hope is reserved for fighters.
Coming from places where suns and moons rise at different times.
They fight side by side, partners as some may say.
How wide can one’s arms spread in a world reliant heavily on faith?
She stood on the edge of the cliff
The breeze was brisk and yet confined itself to every crevice.
The water came crashing at the shoreline,
Creating this sense of unexplained melancholy in the pit of her belly.
They were riddled with memories of worlds intertwined,
Rising and falling together like a moth to a flame.
Nicole Johnson 
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