My thoughts scurry about in a hurry to find...
To find what? To find something to find.
It looks around the world, but it's forbidden.
Why? Because they don't wish to see.
My vision is our vision. My vision a reality.
A glimpse of it clashes, burns, hurts, enrages.
And I'm sorry for that. I wish to be infinite.
So I can envelop in light, heat and love all things.
So you can bask in the sun that would be me.
But I'm no sun; my core is the void, the abyss.
Look at it. Stare at it. How far does it go?
Space is not the measure, nor time.
Deep thoughts aren't measured in meters.
And when you submerge in it, you will not be engulfed.
For the void inside of me will be inside, not around.
How I yearn for the light, the heat, the love.
How I yearn for all these things to be me.
But they aren't me. I'm not a star.
I'm the silence that makes itself noted.
I'm the misstep in a stairway.
I'm the dreamless sleep.
The meaningful wordless glance, that tells everything.
I see beauty in this absentness.
I see beauty in myself, though I envy the sun.
What's your beauty?