In the end when you said you were okay, I couldn't even get mad at you. It was untold for. I miscalculated that myself. Oh dear god, only He himself knows how glad I was. The heathens prayed to something she doesn't believe for once. You know how worried you have to be to be praying to something you doubt? Because if you can see the images that comes with the shaking and anxiety, how I imagined that you weren't here on Earth anymore, that your lifeless body is now devoid of warmth. Fuck. I don't want to endure that again.
And after the momentary apocalypse closes with happy coda notes, the stardust are made of ancient hydrogen particles, nothing stays forever, the universe are expanding, the black holes takes in every light emitted and you're still on this rigid planet, still with me. What I wouldn't do if I have you, darling.
