You are your own universe, vast and infinite, possessing powerful forces you never knew you had.

You have the fabric of time in your in arms, the energy of gravity in your hands and the power of the big bang in your fingertips rendering the endless beauty of your cosmos.

Your mind is a galaxy, wise and never stops thinking, filled with wonder and curiosity while yearning for the unknown.

There are stars in your eyes forming your constellations; Cassiopeia here, Aquarius on your fingertips and Andromeda in your palms.

Your heartbeat sounds like home.

Your laughter reflects the crescents of moons and the luminosity of a thousand suns and your flustered cheeks are a haze of stardust and memories.

Good ones, the kind that you want to remember and never forget.

You are made up of everything beautiful.