The Big Bang


Floating in space;
just you and I, with dust and dreams of greatness.
There’s not much room here.
We keep colliding… we’ve been colliding,
but this time is different.
This time, after brushing ourselves off, we look around.
We begin to drift apart.
I had dreams of greatness, but not at the cost of us.

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