To Our Limits And Beyond

The world sure is a mysterious place. It's alive, but also dead; evolving but towards an inevitable end. It creates life, but also invites death. It maintains a cycle that will one day end. But also, it placed me here. In this time. In this age, where the tower of Babylon exists in a virtual world. In this world that is proven to be a sphere, not flat. Where poetry is digital, rarely handwritten. Where stories are immortalized on platforms, not through word-of-mouth. Right next to the era of artificial intelligence, Over the mystery of outer space, Under the same starry night sky, As you. I'll see you tomorrow, my luminous star. When the night meets its temporary end, And the dawn arrives with a golden smile. On a day unlike the rest, as the next is always better. 'Til happily it ends, and the cycle turns again. I will lay my words bare on this page to remind me that this thought existed, And that tonight is but another moment, That I was thinking of you. Because I was. I am. And for as long as this love for you breathes even faintly, I will. Yours truly, The Writer Note: Wake up early, you have school at 8.