This world is mine, small, imperfect yet defiant.
It loops patiently around your own much larger, brighter world. Or perhaps it is your world that encircles mine?

You do not comprehend the gravity your world has on mine.
The role your world plays in aligning my own, the momentum that keeps my own turning from dawn til dusk.

The amount of light yours brings to mine is so vast that the moment yours turn away, mine is cast into darkness.
Over and over. Every day. You turn and turn again.

This tiny, fracturing world, clinging on to momentary destruction at every waking hour.

And the nights have only been getting longer. So much so that I fear one day soon it will never see your light again.

This darkness is unbearable.

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Drawn in FireAlpaca, with mouse.