This world at times is dark and lonely.
With black holes and white clouds,
It lets me be in dreams and darkness.
Lets me think and carry heavy burdens.
It’s where secrets lie and memories wander.
It is a world filled with many other worlds,
Worlds that have been read or seen,
Worlds that are wished and loathed,
Where fire brings the light of beginning and the darkness of end
Where water brings life and death
And all is good
And it’s okay
And it’s my mind.
What greatness and struggle it has brought me.
Thus is the most beautiful thing in the world.