My thoughts, like far away lonely planets , orbit around this dream called YOU. I lie awake pondering what’s the limit of time? If the universe was to collapse what would the definition of eternity become?
My skin turns into a parchment and I imagine turning each kiss of yours into poetry. Free verses. Unrestricted and carefree. No rules. Just words experiencing zero gravity. Suspended across space.
How real are you? To me you are as much as a fact of my heart as much as you are a fiction to these words. Maybe at some juncture the two will either be subjected to the apparent separation or maybe to the inevitable convergence.
It’s like you are at the edge of the universe. You know somewhere it exists but is attainable only through words and in secrets of your mind. To me you are a dream of my reality and a reality of my dream.
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