idk: A Poetry Collection

idk 24

The universe is funny isn't he
He has this way of bending things

At first it may seem as though it's a form of cruel intent
It may seem as though he has thought about how best to torture you
As though he knows exactly how to hurt you
As though he means to hurt you with every single star

But have you ever looked at the stars?
Have you ever stopped to think about their majesty?
The idea that everyone in existence has swelled under the universe?
The idea that the universe has the pressure of an entire existence on him?

In my humble opinion, he does his best to be kind.
He does hurt us, but not without or beyond reason.
He uses his magenta and navy brushes to paint our lives as beautifully as possible.
If only we stay around to see it.

We decide that he must want to torment us
We decide that he must have it out for us, the universe that is
Yet, we don't see the strings behind the piano
We don't see the gears behind the clockwork

We judge without a single thought or second glance
We assume we know all simply because we know more than some
What position are we in however to think that we have that right?
To think that we should know nearly as much as the giving universe

And so I give myself to the universe
All my colors in the great space above, and around.
Because the universe, he is kind, he is understanding.
The universe knows much more than we could ever begin to comprehend.

And therein lies the beauty of it all, doesn't it?
The universe is so absolutely expansive that all in all, it becomes a mere drop in itself.
His beauty is in his simplicity.