Somewhere in the universe a supernova has exploted and given birth to a black hole.
Immense power — unimaginable power — birthed into the night.
Millions and trillions of massive — unimaginably massive — stars dancing passionate tangos in the middle of the light,
much beyond our ancient vision from millions of years in a no longer present past.
All of this absolute chaos happening with extrinsic intensity, and all I can do is place my gaze upon your black hair and hope this moment lasts for as long as the stars dance.
Because to me you are the universe,
you're all that matters,
a day without you is an eternity,
because with you my inconceivable existence becomes real,
and the never ending dance of dying stars becomes reasonable.
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