There are some moments that become still..
In a sense they become a time stop..
If you need me please tell me..
I am at a flux in time where I can meet you for the first time yet again..
Where I see you for the first time yet again..
The sight of you helped me invent the universe..
And I want to invent it all over again..
It was your eyes where I saw the need for galaxies..
But what I am really asking is what did I help you create?
I'm willing to go back and try to see what you saw in me..
I tourment myself with such understandings..
Because they are in no form understanding to me at all..
Is it all real?
This is more vast than me..
At least I will think so when some day I will realise it all..
Imagination really does scare me to no end..