Most of my thoughts at night drift from:
I am so much more than the entire universe combined
I am the Universe, the stars within the galaxies
I am the solar system, as a whole
I am the planets lost within the empty void,
Hoping to avoid a collision, yet still wishing for it
To create a nebula.
I am nothing but the air you breathe,
Needing both oxygen to give you life,
And carbon to **** the life out of your heaving lungs.
I am the moon and the sun.
I shine light on your darkest days and I make sure to trap you in the darkest of worlds as I dim your entire existence.
I am the blue sky and dark, black one
I am the plants that sway left and right,
Bringing color onto your blank canvas.
I am the butterfly, that was once a caterpillar:
I was once a questionable being but I bloomed into this thing of beauty that has everyone gaping.
I am the dream you have late at night but also,
The nightmare that startles you from your sleep

But the thoughts begin to consume me and I believe that I,
I am nothing
I am a waste of space  
And it's a struggle to try and figure out how that could be when in some sort of way,
The world needs me for stablility.