Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The meteor shot across the placid sky
I still don't know why I even went to look at it
I guess it was just something to do, to derive inspiration from
As it shot across the sky, in that brief moment, a spark lit inside of me
It was something so insignificant, and yet it still spoke to me in ways nobody else ever had or could
Its journey had happened to coincide with the exact window of time I was searching for it
It will continue its journey like I will mine, and we will probably never meet again
We are both products of inertia in this universe, and if it can cope with it, so can I

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