Every night that we laid as one, separated by empty space, the petals of our existence slowly unfolded one by one.
We bloomed more and more and shared our thoughts, ideas, and dreams.
"What if none of this is real? What if we were just in a simulation?" You pondered.
You're pretty unreal, Max. And if we were just in a simulation, then I don't ever want to hit the end game.
We reveled in the mystifying ideas of religion, science, sociology, and philosophy.
We were two scientists, without the degrees and the desire to be one, looking to answer each of our own life's greatest questions.
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Roses and Candles
PoesíaThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
