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She fell in love with an astronaut, their distance lightyears away. She believes that he fell in love with her, too. “For the galaxies are beside me, and a vast of possibilities laying outside the metal surrounding me, i kept falling back into your pull of gravity.” And she still does, when she grows old every day, waiting he stays the same, feels the same, thinks the same. But she fell in love with an astronaut, their distance lightyears away. Everything under her feet moves faster, And in space - time slows down, Relativity kicks in. And every day she wishes, that the Earth would stop revolving the years stop counting, and she would stay the same, feel the same, think the same. She hoped, she dreamed, she failed. She fell in love with an astronaut. Her nights linger on tinkering on stars and planets, and space. She wanted to wait, she grows old, he slows it down, she couldn’t. He is lightyears away, and time is running out. She was in love with an astronaut, and he was meant to be there, not with her, not ever.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Relativity
She fell in love with an astronaut, their distance lightyears away. She believes that he fell in love with her, too. “For the galaxies are beside me, and a vast of possibilities laying outside the metal surrounding me, i kept falling back into your pull of gravity.” And she still does, when she grows old every day, waiting he stays the same, feels the same, thinks the same. But she fell in love with an astronaut, their distance lightyears away. Everything under her feet moves faster, And in space - time slows down, Relativity kicks in. And every day she wishes, that the Earth would stop revolving the years stop counting, and she would stay the same, feel the same, think the same. She hoped, she dreamed, she failed. She fell in love with an astronaut. Her nights linger on tinkering on stars and planets, and space. She wanted to wait, she grows old, he slows it down, she couldn’t. He is lightyears away, and time is running out. She was in love with an astronaut, and he was meant to be there, not with her, not ever.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
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