#five minute write

I miss the sport that gave me the finger when I worked my hardest. From the moment I wept when I fell on the red track, to when I missed finals by a hair. My skin was moisturized by sweat and the spilled water. The sun wouldn’t shine and I hated the cold. The pain in my joints made me feel old. My last race wasn’t even about making it big. It was over when I saw my mom and immediately broke down. Of all meets, she had chosen the day I brought everything from home onto the track. As much as my coach and my team wanted me to, I did not overcome.

Once upon a time a woman by the name of Sun burned and burned for others with nothing in return. She  kept everyone warm and let everyone see things clearer. But no one would dare look at her. A princess named Luna, called "Moon" saw Sun for the gaseous ball of light she was. Though far apart, they were connected. Sun would rest and shine through the moon to create night. They bring out the best in each other and that children, is where love began.