blinds
when you draw the blinds
my heart skip a beat
for i know
the moment has come
to an end
it isn't for me
it isn't for you
it's for us
the sound of locking screen
the soft sigh you heave
the light touch on my shoulder
the hearts caged in our bodies
we know it's the end
but neither of us
wants it to.
—i hope you'll remember me; please do, please do.
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how the universe works
Poetry"how does the universe work?" you asked me. i paused and thought for a moment. after a while, i decided on the truth. "you can never know. even if you learn it through the pain, you'll still be unable to know how the universe truly works. the univer...
