Atoms make mass.
Mass made me. I live on Earth;
Earth orbits our system’s Sun.
Our Sun exists within our Galaxy.
Our Galaxy destined to collide with another.
These collisions small phenomena compared to the mystery of our Universe.
An incomprehensible combination of a fabric made of time and space.
A fabric that could rip at any time.
An insignificant existence created by dying stars.
Elements ejected into a void of darkness, only to evidently create life.
It scatters across the universe.
But it can fuse back together.
Insignificant creatures that make no difference in the grand scheme of existing.
And yet somehow that star dust found its way here just to make me.
To make you.
A life that as no meaning;
A human led by no God
Only by themselves,
To wander aimlessly
Waiting for life to begin.
And then you wandered by.
One can only wonder:
How did this living stardust become so interesting?
What makes it so attractive?
What makes this stardust so endearing?
With its genuine smile and its lovely hands
Its lovely hair and its beauty that I can’t understand.
This infatuation is difficult to bear.
I’m drawn to your existence
I’m drawn to the look in your eyes;
The way they twinkle,
As if the star you came from is still shining.
A light on my dull existence.
A warm sensation I crave because perhaps I was the core.
An internal burning heat felt by none.
Because you must not feel the same.
I hope that one day you’ll feel it too
Or perhaps another from our star will come through.
And this star dust will separate
But perhaps our reincarnations will meet again.
A light without source is but a shame.
I am the core that fuels beautiful beings.
And you are the light without source.