somedays i think about the stars
and how insignificant my feelings are
when im six feet under the universe wont care who i loved
my brain is made up of minuscule neurons
infinitesimal to the galaxies swirling around us

but somedays i think about my mind
and how my emotions strive to pull me under
i remember how much ive learned about the universe
and the capacity my brain actually holds
its the most powerful thing ive ever known,
and ive only discovered a fraction of it
and then i wonder if there's a universe underneath my skull


my mind is a black hole
******* in information i'd be better off not knowing
enclosing on me with darkness until i want to die
it blocks out all the light and leaves me blind

my mind is the sun
bright and glowing
overflowing with delight
giving warmth and energy to everything in sight
racing faster than the speed of light
so fast i feel my head will explode
and sometimes i wish it would.

my mind is an empty space
filled with neither joy nor pain
just longing for a star to form
or a black hole
anything at all