A universe opens up and spills the fruits of a conversation
Two beings placed upon a seat unknowing what will happen
In a moment the words ignite passion
Eyes locking-in as they learn something new and you can’t look away
Blink and the moment is gone, look and the moment is concealed
But at the back of your head the past creeps up
And maybe a fear manifests itself in the form of words
The past should stay dead
So why does it return?
Onwards they continue as an excavation occurs
And at the back of your head the past sits
But it also fades
Conquering a fear next to the source
Suddenly it wasn’t so bad to be close to something so beautiful
So unexpected and so terrifying you begin to ponder:
Is it another cycle? Or maybe this is different?
A universe opens up
Breathing life, somebody approaches
And I might be in love (?)
