I am the universe.
I am big.
I am virtually endless.
I am mysterious.
Billions of stars, trillions of planets yet only dozens of facts.
Most of it is strictly fiction.
Look at me tiny human.
What do you see when you look up at me?
A shining canvas filled with wonder.
Or a space filled with so much darkness that you almost feel worthless.
Most look up at me and wonder if there are others living amongst me.
Others look up and see God shining down with his prophets and angels watching.
I do not hold God.
He holds me.
He carries me through my own life in hopes he can carry you through yours.
My destruction.
Brought your creation.
I am large.
In fact I am infinite.
I am the universe.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
