~timestwenty

Never get in, Never get off, Never get out.
Falling, always falling
And never knowing where your going.
Where are we going?
Where is here? Where is there?
If we are here, who is there, and if there doesnt exist does here exist?
Here is nothing, in an endless black abyss. But it only seems endless, no way of really knowing.
Space is just a black thing in nothing, space could just be two parallel lines travelling in opposite directions for all eternity until that one point in time where everything makes sense and where everything works, thats the end of space, time and everything else but one thing... love. Love is never ending, its always there, always there when you die, when some one dies.... if you or they ever die.
One thing lives, its here and there... we will never see it, never ever again.