Miles apart, born from two stars.
One in the Northern Hemisphere and the other in the Southern hemisphere.
Living two different paths of pain, pleasure, happiness, and sadness.
Who would have thought we would have collided at the same distance.
Are we just Passer byers, or just a passenger trying to walk by.
We went from a simple hello to a sonic boom.
To a rush, or a high of a smile.
To words turned into melody.
To phases, who turn into funny stories.
To gestures, mean nothing to other’s but, a story line to us.
To moods, people, places, things become in sync.
Can it just be a glitch in this universe?
Out of all the stars, I bump into you.
Can you be a supernova waiting to implode?
Are you the sun trying to burn me or burn out?
If our collision causes a black hole and we do not come out?
I just hope you would be my next guiding star.
bririas 