Most leave.
Most never notice...

You knew.
That's why you reoccured...

We were right here billions of years ago,
lost in thought, making love on the same land...

Yesterday,
a news reporter...

He grabbed his notes from
the underground, fingers brushing...

On the way back home, I crack
my memory open to rehearse the stories...

One day I'll wake up from
a deep sound sleep, stretch in my bed...

I wish my skin was a couple of
shades whiter, so you could sympathize...

You stare at the laundry,
touch the walls...

This world will not end with
a Big Bang. There...

I want to know all of the stars,
denote them with wishes only you...

repeat it
until you believe it...