Monday, 11 June 2012

There is nothing more eye-opening in this world than lying in bed at 2 am with the windows wide open, 
and while the rain beats across your open window you lie your ear on your wrist; as you feel your eyes get heavier you notice it. 

The faint, then stronger, and insistent drumming of your pulse. 
Right now, you are alive, the rain will beat on for centuries to come. 
You, however, are a mere smudge, a short-lived speck in the vastness what we call forever. 

Your heart is beating now, 
and there isn't, 
there shouldn't be, 
anything more eye-opening than that. 

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