#8bitfiction

sometimes your home could be a person

all these theories i have heard about wormholes, cosmic inflation, and multiverse make me wonder how i might be like in those infinite universes — and if i have already met you in one or several parallel universe out there.

the thought of having multiple universes — “the entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines” — may sound too extreme, but if you think about it the entire universe is huge, and we only know about the observable universe. there can be a lot more universe existing beyond what we are able to observe. 

and somewhere along those parallel universes, i am a different person and so are you. 

maybe in another universe, you and i are back to the 70's and we listen to the rolling stones and joy division on our vinyl records, singing the wrong lyrics as we go. and we fall in love at the restaurant downtown, sipping our favorite drinks and we look at each other in the eyes with the sun making them look like honey. 

maybe in another universe, we're far apart and we are fond of sending handwritten letters to random address, only to end up on each other's mailboxes. and we are filling the jars with coins with “big dreams” written on it, so sooner or later we'll meet beyond the boundary.

maybe somewhere, you're the same person as you are but without your favorite instrument on your hand though. this time, you sing and you sing for me. you lull me to sleep with your favorite songs, your sweet voice welcoming me in my dreams. or you can be in a band and you write your own songs. and that every word you sing at your show, i swear you sing it for me; your nonchalant voice echoing in the small place as you say, “this goes for the one i love.”and we look at each other in the eyes and you can be the kyle scheible in that generation, and i won't ask for any other. 

or we are completely strangers out there, with exactly no idea of each other's existence. time unfolds and ends without us having the chance to know each other's names and make memories that will haunt us forever because we can't happen. at least, in one universe i am not in pain because of you — just because i haven't met you in my life.

we can be complete geeks who spend nights together under the moon as we wonder about the existing universes out there, too and all the possible things that exist. we can be listening to the still nothingness of the night as we look down over the houses in this blue neighborhood, thinking the world can end in such a night like this and we'll just disappear completely without no one knowing we existed and lived a happy short life, with each other around.

maybe there is a universe out there, i am what you want and you look for me in a sea of people just like how i search for your familiar back in the crowd. 

a universe where the cowardly lion knows how to love has got to be  out there somewhere — where my universe treats me as his universe, and not just a mere dust in the galaxy. 

but this observable universe is full of exchanged glances between could've been lovers. i am missing you right now and you aren't in my arms. i just wish i knew what makes you think i'm special. if only i can signal the aliens, we can be lovers in those places the stars will lead. 

today darling, i will just have to wait for destiny to work on us.i clung to the idea of me and you happening in another universe because in here, you do not see the galaxies when you stare at me, you do not stagger as i talk, do not die when you touch me. maybe in another universe, i deserve you.