Imagine the life of a plant,
Harmonizing oneself with nature.
Some are in a conrete jungle,
Slowly growing out of the pavement.

Imagine your life,
And it's continuous search for meaning.
Some days might be rough,
Yet you'll manage to get through.

i've never met you and yet
i know that your soul is made of starlight
and at night i glimpse your rays arching through the skies
searching, ever searching for the warmth of another starlit soul
with which to collide

it hurts to watch it unfold
your shine instead collides with rock and darkness
siphoning parts of you away and yet still you light up the world
giving, always giving every inch of your being until your starlight fades to grey

I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.

She had galaxies
In her eyes
And her tears
Were falling stars.