in the eyes of science,
we are people made of stardust
and little pieces of the cosmos;
according to them
these macroscopic things called atoms and molecules and elements make up
you and me.
in my eyes, i see swirling cosmos
where there should be flesh and
galaxies where there should be bone.
and like the stars, we are all centers of
our own universe that attract
things into our orbit.
we collide and combine in a myriad of ways that leave us breathless, wanting more, incredulous at what we become,
what we can do.
we are a magnificent creation;
a grand thing, a breathing,
entanglement of
limbs and knobby knees.
a walking solar system.
we are people made of stardust --
there are some of us who carry
constellations in our cheeks and
the sun in our smile and the stars in our eyes.
there are some of us carry nebulas in our veins and black holes in our hearts that never quite go back to the way they once more.
and there are some of us who carry both, who shine bright in spite of the hole in their hearts.
[when it truly comes down to it,
we are stardust all the same.]
