I am home to the stars
Home to life, and home
to planets that rain glass.
There are universes in my mind
that I have yet to explore;
These veins in my wrist - so winding and intricate -
are highways connecting every star of mine,
and I bathe in the moonlight
that decorates the delicate lining of my heart,
however pale it may be feeling.
But I am more than flowers in a garden.
There are entire galaxies growing inside of me, and they refuse to fade -
refuse to submit to the sun flares of self-loathing,
or to the black holes I've glimpsed in so many others' eyes.
I am the wishes I make for every comet that shoots across the astral plain.
When you find yourself needing
a reminder of my identity...
Gaze up at the heavens, at the sky,