You're so strange,
You decide my days.
You are impossible ,
You are imagery.
You slow down
At high speeds,
You are longer,
Near heavy mass,
You stop
At the speed of light,
You are a mystery
Inside the black hole.
You never stop,
Like a never ending sentence.
You never run back,
As you can only move forward.
You are long,
When we are sad.
You are short
When we are happy.
You work different,
For different universe and planets.
You are relative.
You are a fascination.
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YOU ARE READING
reality is imagination
Fantasythe world around you is ain't reality, ain't fake it's just our imagination. at the end of your thoughts there is actually no end. in your head lies our future world. why not try and trust it ? ranked 2 in #poetry out of 275k books 1 in #poezie...
