Happy Atoms

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 I'm so grateful to be alive.

There's always the reality that we were taught while growing up
we grow in one reality
we are all taught different realities
in different families
in different countries
in different cultures,
but amazingly we somehow
so coincidentally
but so strongly
oh so strongly
we find our ways to each other
to create a new,
our own reality. 

I'm not a believer,
I have no faith
but I'm so sure that
at one point 
of billions and billions of years of existence
I so deeply, deeply believe that
our atoms crossed paths.
Maybe we were exploding together from the sun,
making our ways to our part of the universe.

And then in this reality we created
we chose our reality
and yet found ourselves
floating through the universe again
after billions and billions of years
we found each other again
and took the time for sure!

I guess our atoms knew that it'd be worth the wait,
I guess our atoms knew that the waiting could take as much as it takes
as long as we end up together.

I'm not a believer
but I think I found my faith.
To say it officially
"I believe" that
love is what we're here for
take and give
as much as you want
the love never disappears completely
and if you're lucky as I am
however much you want to give
they are ready to give more
and I know I'm as competitive as I'm lucky
so I will also give more
and receive more
give more
receive more
give love
receive love.

I guess if this is the loop I'm stuck into
if this is the hole I'm trapped in
I am 100%
faithfully,
hopefully,
truthfully
in
and ready to fall
deeper and deeper
and living this loop forever.

With all my other halves,
together
separate
but also one
trying to feel each other again
after billion years of separation
letting our atoms get to know each other again
making our atoms loved
making our atoms one
making our atoms happy
happy as they can be.

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