Laying back, staring at a piece of my ceiling that looks the exact same as the rest of the pale, hard surface above me. Humans are the same, I wonder hopelessly. But I know it's not true. I can feel it; deep, deep inside. The cells shifting, blood flowing, lungs lifting and lowering in melody with the steady thump of my heart. My life. My being. My small universe. My body shelters so much life, from the molecules deep inside my very being, to the hair on my head. All of it with a purpose. All of it with a meaning. The sound of owls out in the night. A song meant for any living being who will listen. Lifting a hand, I stare through my fingers. I am living. I am sustaining life inside of me. I am my own ecosystem. Curling into myself. I can feel my blankets brushing against my skin. I can feel my stomach beneath my hands. The steady motion of the breaths that are keeping me alive. I can feel the vast void within my soul. Is this how Earth feels? Knowing she is sustaining so much life, yet feeling so empty? Staring at the stars through my window. The universe is such a large entity. Larger than my house. Larger than my future. Larger than me. Yet, even in it's vast expanse, it still connects us all. I can feel it; all of the suffering, all of the joy, all of the anger, all of the enjoyment. It's so much to feel at once. It feels like I'm on fire; my nerves exposed. Suddenly, the blankets hurt to touch and the starlight is too bright. Suddenly, I know my purpose. Live. Sustain the life inside of me so that it can grow and learn. My pulse speeds up, my nerves die down, and I feel such an immense peace. I fall asleep, the light of the stars shining down on me through my window, peace in my heart and my own universe thriving inside of me.
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A Moon in My Room
RomantikShe is the universe reborn into a human body. **I wrote this while listening to Moon In My Room by dylAn feat. Willow, so it does include one or two lyrics.**
