Tabula Rasa and the Burden of our previous Lives

I had a dream recently. The sky was clearer than ever and drenched in the deepest of azure blues. However the entire world knew that this very heaven was about to crash onto the earth. We looked in awe in face of something incomprehensibly greater than us. Something that was completely indifferent about our existence. All I thought was, if things were to end tonight, at least I could hold your hand while we fade into nothingness.
Oddly enough, you never came for the final wait.
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If there was nothing else left to do, I'd prefer to stay in motion. Just to keep myself occupied.
So I went and took the train. I was staring out of the window, with nothing particular in mind. There were lots of people laying in the grass looking towards the sky in anticipation. Some people sat in small groups, some were couples, some just lay on their own.
There was a certain kind of comfort in seeing other people idling peacefully. I enjoyed the ride way more than I thought I would. My last temporary distraction.
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Eventually I was back home, the sky was still blue, like nothing had ever changed. I was ready for the end. I finally sat down and looked at the infinite sky. It hadn't moved an inch. The sky decided to stay up there, hanging. As if to say: "Not today, just a little bit longer." .
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If we were to start over and everything would turn out the exact same, would you do it again?
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Please say yes.