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Jupiter



    There was a time in life when I trapped in the dull and solitude, when all I saw is infinitely dark, then the bright light touched my gloomy heart and change it in an instant.

    That was long, long time ago when I finally found a boy name Jupiter that became my center at everything, became the warm in the cold, break down the walls that I've built.

    His gleam was too bright enough to make all of me fixate on one and only him, I still daze even until now with how his magical beaut can makes me became his satellite. As he mouthed once,

"You are the moon of mine and your radiance will always spin me around, such a blessed I am illuminated by your reflected brilliance light."

    Then, for some time, at the cold of outer space we dance around the sun together. Since that time, I'm not afraid to get lost and sank to a black hole, his gravity is tough enough to carry me home.

    I did feel remarkable

    I did feel special

    I did feel too much happy

    But no longer

    Some warn me that "happiness overdrive" can lead you into eternal pain. 

    I saw Jupiter dancing in outer space with his perfectly move. He stares as if fascinated to a morning star, their fancy dance got me froze. I stared at her closely and I found her light was much brighter than mine, really fits him. 

    I'm getting colder and die slowly

    I wasn't remarkable

    I wasn't special

    That's when I realized I was never the only one. Jupiter has many moons. And I, Adraste, only one of his few moons, not as big as Ganymede or even Himalia. I only occupy a small side of him. what a tragic reality.

    Time passes and it remains the same, I've already made him as a center of everything and it will go on, indeed it's naive, I do know it. I still dance around the sun and spin around him. Fill the only small part of him and keep a hope to rob all Venus's light.

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