Damn you make my blood race.

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Damn you make my blood race.
Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.
One fine day this predatory world shall consume itself.
Truth is singular. Its versions are mistruths.
I believe we do not stay dead long. Find me beneath those extraordinary stars where we first kissed. Yours eternally.
I believe there is a another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.
And all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don't worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now, that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.
Belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood as we understand the Theory of Relativity and Principles of Uncertainty: phenomenon that determine the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction. Today, it is headed in another. Yesterday I believed that I would never have done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. At each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potential direction.
This world spins from the same unseen forces that twist our hearts.
And everyone's competing for a love they won't receive
We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of beauty.
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.