We scurry on the tips of our toes,
Around a vector
Meeting at points in which we are not allowed.
To say the least
Our chaotic behavior serves only as our catalyst.
As we grow unto each other
Details become more irrational.
This is what we are,
Two particles that end up together
Which were never meant to,
But when they meet
Their colours flow in a dynamic current
In which stretches avast skies
Like auroras in the Arctic night.
Let us paint a diagram
A pattern alike to wings of a butterfly.
Let us fly into the deep blue canvas.