maybe in a parallel world
our feelings are not whirled,
fate is on our side
and our horizons are wide,
dreams together got no boundaries
we'd endlessly make memories,
our time together isn't interfered
and unlimited chances for us appeared.
but seeing today our love in famine
all of those things i can only imagine.
wholly hoping that maybe somewhere else
we could love each other without any less.
in an alternate universe,
may we never disperse.
Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed
I know that
I’ve always known that
But you’re a line I want to cross 100 times over and over again
Some lines aren’t even meant cross paths
I know that
I learned that when I was very young
But you and I were never meant to be parallel lines, we were born to intersect
And I think that’s called fate.
There is a name calling out
in the silence of the mind.
There is a space
where clutter occupies.
There is a creation
at the end of destruction.
There is pain,
and pain again.
A wheel of self-abuse,
the likes of which gets us high
in each and every revolution.
Papa always said, ‘Parallel lives meet when love travels sideways.’
‘She didn't look at me and I didn't look at her. Some questions are so direct the only way to ask them is sideways.’
- Deanna Raybourn, A Spear of Summer Grass
Sometimes, I slip into a parallel universe.
I'm walking a route I have before,
But it is
In a way I cannot put my finger on.
It dawns on me quickly.
The realisation is unpleasant,
And it's like
Slithering on the back of my brain.
The feeling is brief.
I'm lost for a while,
And then I'm
Like I was never gone.
Sometimes, my face is parallel too.
I look at my reflection,
But it is
Not the face I thought it was.
The worms are back on my brain.
But this time they speak,
And they are
I cannot make them quiet.
But just like always, they go.
They never stay for long,
And I can
I realise that there is no parallel universe.
The street is the same.
My face is the same.
Abercrombie , John ;noted jazz guitarist
There's always more to it than meets the eye.
Two flowers behind the fence house a million stories,
Insurmountable for all to tell by.
For some it's just two unnoticible flowers,
For some it's the cradle of spring,
For some it's imagery of prison,
For some it's lovers in their haven,
For some it's forbidden opportunities,
For some it's consequence of a strife,
For some it's an offering to a loved one,
For some it's just the cycle of life.
if our souls were lines
mine is parallel to hers
close but never meet
Let’s pretend to be alive
Hearts blooming with the sounds of spring
Let’s pretend to see the stars
Staring up, making shapes, counting
Let’s pretend to fill it all in
When planets align
Questioning its very own existence
Time executes a treachery on itself
So … in a universe parallel to our’s
You and me
* In Quantum Physics there is a theory of Parallel Universes which states that there exist multiple universes which are exact copies of our own and there are multiple versions of us doing the exact opposite of what we do on ours.
Who doesn't lead you
Who doesn't follow you
Who holds you, parallel
All the way
Be sure about it
You are enough
To travel the time
Regard, how far
You have come
Theme: People crossing the way