He says that I am the moon and he's the sun, a pair bound together by their duty to bring life to the world. And perhaps he's correct, I too see the sun in him. His eyes, like pearly oysters, represent the blinding brightness; his voice the warmth of fifteen million degrees; and his smile produces the energy I use to wake at morn. Yet the sun and the moon have a precarious dilemma in which they cannot co-exist as for the sun to ascend and light to permeate the Earth, the moon must sink. Am I still the moon?
by Megan Nicol (17)
Loudoun Academy, Ayrshire
Competition - Mini Monologues
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