Monday, April 3, 2017

Impossible

It's like being nowhere, and everywhere. Being with you, is to be nowhere, except for with each other. Everything passes, quickly and silently. While time stops simultaneously. You're a wonderful paradox, a theory, a home, a sanctuary. You're so IMPOSSIBLE, yet you're the realest thing I've ever known. What an honor. To be living, breathing, suffering, loving, laughing; all with you. A universe, with a heartbeat.

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