I'd like to think people are like little universes.
Have you gone around crowded streets?
have you seen them?
Not like you see them when they cross the street with you:
I want to know if you wouldn't love to know
what's going through their minds.
It works like this:
choose a person,
any person will do, becasue after all,
we are all made of more or less the same things.
We are all made of thoughts like stars and constellations,
and loved ones who live inside us like planets
(my cat means a world to me)
we are made of talents that make us shine like comets
and fears that sometimes can be like black holes.
Choose a person,
any person will do, but be careful,
because decoding a universe isn't as easy as you think:
have you got one?
You finally got one.
He stepped out of the coffee shop with a latte.
He walks, and when he walks,
he moves with the intensity of a shooting star.
Go and say hi.
If he answers, and he tells you his name,
congratulations:
the door is open.
Now it's up to you to wander like a lost astronaut
in the Milky Way that a person's mind can be.
You may get to know the hidden galaxy under his skin,
and if you are a little lucky, some of it will melt with yours:
you may share worlds and form constellations with stars from both
("last night I heard this song that reminded me of you")
but there's a thing you have to remember:
this universe where we live is infinite,
and it's always expanding itself more and more,
forming more mysteries we might never reveal.
Our universes are little, but also so big
sometimes we don't even know ourselves at all.
I translated this for a penpal, actually. Fun fact of the day.
