it seems that everything has an end
a stop sign before the cliff
and you just speed up
because falling doesn't compare to the feeling of breaking the rules
you laugh at them, you reduce them to dust
because there is no limit in your dictionary
has no laws and regulations
has no signs and barriers
there's nothing you can't do
you are more powerful than any god
you're the sun, standing still and making everyone move around you
the center of the universe
bigger than the cosmos
without gravity
sucking all the light
you're a black hole without the laws of physics
without limits
revered, prepotent and dominant
you know, and i do as well
and i'm still here in the passenger seat smiling at each sigh of yours
waiting for my fall
because i, i'm newton
eisten and hawking
i prove every second that you exist
while you hate me and say that gravity never existed
and it seems that you're never satisfied until you prove your point
so we're already at 90mph
how much time do we have until gravity proves itself real?
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poesíathe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
