We've just got to find the right wormholes.
20:09And it came to me then that we were wonderful traveling companions, but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal on our own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're no more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere.
When the orbits of ours happen to cross paths we could be together, maybe even open our hearts to eachother. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude, until we burned up and became nothing.
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