The universe doesn’t yearn for you.
No, I promise you, it doesn’t.
Not one nebula or kaleidoscopic splash of imploded stardust across the black canvas of space cares for you.
Not one fiery ball of gas suspended by gravity cares.
The universe didn’t do anything for you.
The universe didn’t hear you.
The universe doesn’t know your name.
But, it’s Maker on the other hand...