My present rationality says that there are millions of hidden parallel universes in your eyes, superlunary, holding the relics of reality. Our world is filled of infinite Schrödinger's cats that even looking in your eyes so many possible events could happen.
The world is so unfair that I almost lost you because of quantum probability. Love is so clumsy that it has no density. Autumnal auburn leaves falling down, just like liquid rain. Out of luck, my mission spiralled of fortune, I had outran you s w i f t l y, it was nothing but a perception of angular momentum, a situation that involved you, the friction of hysteria, and momentum's decreasing, dimensions of inertia resisting acceleration. It's just simple rotation, it's driving me crazy, like the toxicity you hold in your heart just for me. 'Cause you were just like a ballerina in the stage calculating mass x radius x velocity, you're just like the smartest kid in the class who always had immense curiosity.
We all know there is nothing that tears your wounds apart but gravity, in crises, your sadness holds your ineffable & lifeless body steadily. Everything you do is extraordinary, tap my shoulder and pause momentarily. Probability won't change the behavior of me responding instantly, 'cause when I'm with you all I am filled is certainty. So when someone asks me “Is he ever going to notice you?” Well, I still have hope in my dreams, so probably, maybe.
Inspiration: Enchanted by Taylor Swift
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©sars.
J