Universe Of Me

My mind is a series of big bangs coursing through my head and with every explosion a whole new world of thought is created in me.

Constellations spread across my skin. Each birthmark, cut, and bruise tells a story of a memory that is better off floating around somewhere in the deepest space of my mind.

And sometimes I cry tears of meteor showers down my cheeks and I do not stop until my pillow is cratered with water stains that will hopefully dry before I wake.

And at the center of it all is my heart. It's gravitational pull drags in every thought, emotion, and feeling. They hit my heart like asteroids, leaving it bruised and battered and leaving me gasping like an astronaut caught in space without his helmet.

I am a universe.

And I may be chaotic and mysterious but I am still here. I will always be here, orbiting around this life like an aimless satellite in the sky.