and I’m writing a book review/analysis/blurb in an attempt to make something of myself.
I have work to wake up for in 7 hours,
but somehow it doesn’t matter right now in this dark-blue night
and these thoughts that pierce far into the future.
Overtaken by the reality that we won’t all be okay,
that we won’t all make it together.
But somehow, somewhere, someday,
at the edges of the Universe,
there must be a place,
beyond Time, and the years we never got to share,
where we will meet again.