We are here now.

0.88: Entropy.

We are like two specks of stardust embedded into dry emptiness. 

Standing on the event horizon, ready to be sucked in by gravity any moment.

As we lie down simultaneously, we let aside the the need for predictability, and drown in the serene disorder of each other's personalities- his fiery one and my defeatist one. Together they make a single, infinite entropy of lost emotions and dreams.

Isn't that exactly what we are staring out into?

An outstretched universe of unpredictability and chaos.

A world equally threatening, as mesmerizing.

Full of lost information. However, disassembled.

I watch intently, as the grains slips through the gaps between our fingers.

Like time.

Like our innocence.

Like the people in our lives.

I had cried. I had feared.

I had loved. I had despised.

I had hope. I had despaired.

We are losing out on more time by the second.

It's okay, since this time is ours.

The people I knew are gone.

But they were here.

The people I know, will leave.

But they are here now.

Space may distort and converge into a singularity.

Time may bend and bend till history is erased.

But we are here now.

I am transparent, so is he.

All that wrecked us, scarred us, 

Visible through the ever widening cracks in us.

And through the cracks as the light of dawn enters,

I see myself through his, as he sees himself through mine.

Both in broken pieces. Infinite in number.

But that's fine,

It's our entropy, 

Of sharp quantum edges and unmeasurable dimensions.

And this time, it shines. 

In the colors of the awakening sky.