Yesterday I looked up at the sun and with one breath, blew it out. I watched as the light was slowly drawn away, as if being sucked through a straw. Before I knew it I was submerged into darkness, standing beneath a starless sky. I flashed out my phone and checked the time. 1 o' clock in the afternoon. I looked around without seeing anything, and all I could think was: "What have I done?" I found myself on my knees in the the middle of a black world, my fingers among the once visibly green blades of grass. I thought then of the story from the bible study days of my youth, about when God created... well, everything. "At first it was dark, and then... there was Light." I held my breath, waiting for something to change. For what? I don't know. For the light to come back, for God to strike me down for destroying his creation... I would have welcomed either. But instead I was left alone, in the silence, in the dark. It had only been a few minutes and was already maddening. I felt as if I were dead, but also felt very much alive. I felt as if I was surrounded by millions, but also felt very much alone. The silence was deafening, as I tried to figure out how all of this could be. But I was in the dark.

Storytime

Tell me a story.
Tell me the story about why leaves fall from their trees like they're falling in love with the ground.
Tell me the story about how the ocean kisses the shore, no matter how many times it is sent away.
Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.
Tell me a story about true love, so I no longer doubt its existence in reality.