You and I, we could be infinite.

by Kimberly Ang

I feel like I’m supposed to be mad. I’m supposed to be like the raging tempest, the inconsolable howling of the wind. But inside I feel like the steady beating of your heart, the constant fall of rain.

I wonder why I could feel so much peace inside, but I think it’s simply this; you are more than enough for me. We cannot be limited by something as momentary as time. We have infinite time in between spaces. It’s not our time, not even close. We’re just a bump before a cosmic collision.

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