Hello Seattle (Remix Version) by Owl City

Before this, I'd like to think that somewhere out in the universe, on a planet exactly like ours, two people like you and I, made different choices and that, somewhere, we had a chance.

At current moment, I'm clearly petrified at the thought that you are returning.

I might be sucked so deep into the vacuum packed black hole and have zero chance of survival rate to crawl back up when you leave again.

Maybe it would have been best if you decided not to return at all. I could be practical, sensible and filled with normality.

Well, what fun would that be, yes?

The Adventure by Angels and Airwaves

People are in a constant pace to look for a sign, any sign. And when its given to you and you defy the answer, you call it a coincidence.

There are no coincidences in life. Fate? Probably. Maybe.

We gasp for air and mere sanity. In hopes that we will not be driven by insanity of thoughts and fears. Moon, stars, clouds, sky. Out of breathe, barely breathing. Why do we immerse, soak and drown ourselves with meaningless thoughts that are might be created by a speck of dust? Created by a bunch of nothingness?

Nevertheless, we hope. We can only hope. Hope that indeed our thoughts might metamorphose into reality that we live in today.

One can dream and hope.