in another universe i am in a chair,

rocking back and forth,

a music box subtly serenades;

welcome to earth.

the pinks and blues of the skies are in harmony

soft blankets,

cribs and cries

am i out of place,

or have i never felt more alive.

two loners

misunderstood

crossing paths created a chapter called

the greater good

it starts with an intergalactic nudge

the invisible shove

ties that couldn’t be tangled

this love never mangled.

to me,

it was fate.

there was not a debate—

a fortune any god

was not able to negotiate,

in each story line

they could not fight the call

that there was a cosmic draw

bigger than what this universe knows as

desire

it was something more powerful,

something higher

maybe you fell from where i did too

somewhere beyond

and maybe that’s why my heart picked you

an ode all that you are

for you were also amongst the stars

so when it came to a time

to grow and take those steps

society places on the young

when they talk about different variations of adulting and fun

i would not be honest if i said

we didn’t quiver and we didn’t shake

we knew the risks we wanted to take

just like before,

to me,

it was fate.

you see me in you and i see you me,

an own entity,

created by us two.

it’s own destiny to claim,

we decide the name,

a journey unlike one we have ever known,

the misfits create a home.

for a few seconds,

i am in another universe

in a chair,

looking at two eyes looking back at me.

holding all the secrets to my life’s key.

because

for me,

this moment is deeper than the reality,

regardless of how much i felt it aligned

i have to leave that fantasy

behind

disintegrating before my eyes

the room turns to ash

everything turns to particles too fast

i wanted it so bad

as the sun finally rises

the pinks and blues fade to their harshness

i sit in my sorrows

my eternal darkness

holding nothing in my lap but what once was

in another universe i am in a chair,

rocking back and forth,

growing old

telling generations of how adventures

unfold.

in this one i am all that i am,

and all that i am not

the algorithmic key to this system

is to live each lesson fully—

a skill learned,

not taught.