Under the stars of today, my world is yours. The satellites spin in no particular direction, like shiny dimes in the tangled web of orbitals, aligning us at the start. For one night, we let loose our carbon-clouded past - just one time, the rooted earth surrounds itself in a canvassed blanket, enough seconds for you to draw me in. The lead passes through; but we use crayons, binding the curves of colour colliding amidst the velvet sky. You and I exist in a page of the universe that (till the end) reflect the only matter - to us. In a circle, we come back to tomorrow, where the day awaits.

Atom and dream.

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