I would
like to believe
There were possible worlds for us to grow.
Our minds occurred
as empyreal spectral radiance,
Coupled.
I was lucky
to explore your cosmos.
Every new
and slightly different signs of joy.
Now it
might sound just
Mawkish.
I think I
am tired
Of struggling to shift the antipodes between us.
We are just a thought
in the labyrinth of the consciousness.
Fugacious.
