Forever is too long
Love conquers all; The two most powerful warriors are patience and time
Forever is a concept
I love you today
You're asking me to promise
More than I can say
You are so lovely right now
So cute together
Three years is not enough now
To call forever
The skies aren't always blue
We don't know how we'll fare
Your words as words are true
Reality won't care
You bought yourself a ring
Impatient wait for me
You offered time to think
Forever's end we'll see
More patient than I dreamed
Patient, kind and clever
Better than it seemed
The quickest forever
I vow to love you tomorrow and tomorrow and every tomorrow after
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis3 days ago in Humans
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