Shorts: Little thoughts stuck in mind.

There is a serene outpouring of pathos in the prospect of what would come and of what is inevitable. 

I will scour every inch, every fiber of my being just to get to that, just to get to you.

You brought everything back, every color and every meaning.

I will open up and let you search every nook and cranny of my existence.

Might there be an element that will hinder, don't you bother, I will always be there with you.

And when I promise you I will be there always and forever, you can count on its pristine truth.

I don't believe in afterlife, so let us make the most out of it.

Take my hand, we will build our transport to the stars and fly.