Screaming off the Cliff

Fathomless

They say that we're made of stardust.

And that the universe is infinite.

They say that there are trillions upon trillions of stars in the sky,

and each one is unique, and perfect and blazing hot,

or colder than anything we can live through.

And they say that every person in your dream is someone you've seen before,

and that dogs can detect cancer,

and that we are (technically able) to teleport.

They say that we're brilliant,

and that aliens probably exist,

and that each star is so far away that we can't even comprehend it.

They say that we're magical.

And we've cured diseases that killed millions,

and we've been to the moon.

But darling, you are stardust.

And I can't even fathom you.

A/N Don't ask. Don't go there.