Tue, 23 Dec 2025 10:00:09 +0000

Some nights are exhausting, as the day closes she is not by my side.
I experience the day as a pocket of all time.
The eternal now.
To which nothing really belongs.
But oh how I wish that to not be true for her.
Oh how I wish she would only belong to the eternal.
Maybe she does.
Maybe we must wait.
The grand singularity is coming.
When time stands still and comes rushing.
When eternity decides to arrive in one moment.
When infinity and the finite meet and become one.

So much is to be said.
Love