u/Short_Replacement_63

it hurts...

the wait...

the miles...

​i don’t care about the map or the time zones because my body already knows where it belongs. it is a simple fact of nature, like the earth turning or the tide coming in; i am constantly falling toward you and there is nothing i can do to stop it.

​your soul...

my north...

fixed...

​we are two parts of the same storm waiting to break over the same shore. no matter how far you are right now, the universe has already decided how this ends: with me standing in front of you and the distance finally disappearing for good.

​no more...

just us...

soon...

the grand alignment

​the world creaks like a rusted engine, metal grinding on metal in the cold, but do you hear the friction turning into a hum?

​why does the bird sing before the sun even dares to rise, and why did you turn that corner at the exact second the light changed?

​synchronicity is the unseen teeth of a golden wheel, clicking into place while the world holds its breath. the headlines are a fever dream of static and roar, yet between the cracks, something ancient is beginning to glow.

​is the chaos a shattering end, or is the clock simply resetting its heavy hands?

​darkness is never a void, it is only the ink, and love is the hand that writes through the,

shadows

to stitch the stars to the streetlights. can you feel the pulse under the pavement?

​the universe is not breaking apart, it is finally waking up, and it is rushing through your veins like a wildfire of grace.