My biggest fear in this life is to be insignificant,
to change the world in no way fathomable
and that my being is forgotten forever;
to not be remembered.

There is so much that I want to say, need to say, but the way to
release is not yet apparent.
I fear that my time will run out.

But then I remember, that my
veins that coarse with blood are the maps of the world
that I am yet to discover
and that this life is a journey and I was born to travel.

And the crimson and plum shapes that decorate my
flesh which hold many memories inside their outline,
are the collapse of a nebula in the sky
that creates the birth of a star.

I, myself, collapsed.
I crumbled to the ground into dust and could find no way to grow again.
But that was not my destruction, after all.
It was my birth.
I was reborn from the same dust as the stars and
I can soar through the sky with the blood pumping through my veins.

I am alive.
I am so alive because I am nature itself.
How could I be insignificant when I have
galaxies expanding through my body and
flowers blooming in my mind,
that are being watered by the fall of October rain.

I am nature itself,
and I have never felt
more alive.

I am full of the world.

The words that have become the key to my thoughts, locked inside the forest of my mind elude me when I have finally summoned the courage to face them.
Elusive, like everything else; friends, family, dreams, aspirations,
often leave me,
also.

I come from ****** noses and scraped knees.
Bright blue eyes holding onto the promise of tomorrow
that will never come.
I come from optimism,
forever filled with the hope of
something better.
I come from sugar coated lies
Spoken from caved lips of hidden truth.
I come from pangs of anxiety, balled fists and damp eyes.
I come from the heartbeat in my ear drums that cannot be escaped.
I close my eyes, but fire burns brighter in the darkness.

I come from misconception.
I begin to understand the world for what it is.
I come from a new beginning; hopeful of a better start to something new, but forever fearful.
I come from power, of a stronger person that has been painfully carved along the way.
It is all a matter of perspective.

I have so much to express but
sadly I cannot find the somewhat suitable combination of
26 letters to form the constellations

of thoughts in my withered mind.
I forget how to breathe, how to function,
when the words slip back down my

throat and settle in the pit of my stomach,
along with the variation of emotions that
I cannot express, either.

I am horribly limited.

It feels like forever ago since your eyes burned into mine; I haven't felt alive since.
I ache for you, when I can't sleep my 3.am thoughts always spiral back to you.
You
You
You
I was broken, bruised and burned, but I would give so much to have it all again, to feel my bones ignite with life and my blood to pump with such intensity that had escaped my body.
I would give so much just to feel, once more.
I know you are happy now, without me in your life, but I can't help that my being is yearning for you.
You have never felt further away. The words that get caught in my throat are the words I didn't say to you that linger, which suffocate and choke the fragmented sentences that I can piece together. But it is the closest thing that I have to your memory and how it made me feel seeing your eyes roar wildly into the night.
I will forever be tarnished with a void that can only be filled by you; but I will learn to live without you.

At least we are looking under the same stars.
And I see you in ever single spark that lights up our sky.