The other day I lied in bed and i thought to myself “so much about being alive is beautiful.”
And it is one of those things that you think to yourself despite the pain of living
and despite the agony that comes upon the possibility that one day we won’t see or hear or feel.
And so I told thought in my head a little prayer that said
“That if you one day all of this will just be black holes,
I do hope that isn’t so.
Please Mr. Universe, don’t ever end.”
Even if I am gone and will never perceive a thing once again.
Only for the hope that all this beauty will continue to be experienced again and again and again by someone else who I will never be;
my wish is that the beauty will still be here.
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