Words ***** of fiery gas swirling galaxies behind your eyes, those constellations tell you stories, stories of how you became who you are. Stories of how God gave you what you have. Stories of
mornings and evenings and sunrise and lilacs and comets and red dwarfs and green grass and black holes and the lack of understanding we have of it all.
The words tell us we are elephants to the Earth when we are ants to the milky way. There and gone in an instant, an eternity.
When you realize that what you believe is just an illusion – the thought takes your mind by storm Once it’s there, it’s caught a comet in the cosmos of your mind swerving between your thoughts, planets, caught in the rings of an orbiting idea who's to say it'll ever end?