i. no absolute rest "yes, time never did stop for anyone."
but I add...
ii. no absolute motion* "even time itself is an illusion."
because yours and mine ...dissent.
iii. backwards maybe yesterday, we could still work things out.
--softer, than lightly (3.0 x 10^8 m/s)
iv. implausibility our foreheads wear the cracks of our heart.
you lost your zeal, I lost my saviour, we lost each other,
but left with osmium-clad backpacks, and collapsed patellas.
E = mc^2.
v. our end
fact: tomorrow is inevitable.
fact: screeching alarms and lopsided bed-hair, and chugging caramel lattes, with precisely two tablespoons of raw sugar--
fact: forget among the clamour, the shadow of your figure--
fact:* you are an unearthed blackhole, under the facade of a supernova.
(your mass = 2.5(+) x greater than the sun)
a late night poem, inspired by Einstein's theory of relativity according to this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttZCKAMpcAo. I have worked out that my love for physics doesn't step from solving problems, but thinking, contemplating, the concepts....
the romanticisation of such a theory, though, was not an original idea. I recently watched (and absolutely fell in love with) Steins;Gate, the science-fiction anime.