Monday, April 29, 2013

Prospective

The words don't have to be spoken.
They always exist, hanging in the air
around our heads.
We take comfort in knowing
that we both see them.
There's a vast, limitless universe out there
and it's beckoning to us
to go explore it.
Ill be damned if I don't listen.
And, if it just so happens,
we go off on a whim
end up tumbling head first
through the universe, well,
at least I will be tumbling along with you.
That prospect is enough to keep me smiling.

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