i believe you were made up of the same fire as the sun.
on the inside it's that aspiration to finish all your inspirations.
on the outside it fuels your infectious smile and places that glimmer in your unpurposely attention seeking eyes.
we live in a dark world,
but even with everything surrounding you telling you to just give up,
you still find a way to light up the galaxy.
the elements you're composed of don't quit.
you light up every dark corner,
you light up my dark corners.
i'm not sure if the bad thoughts in my head are afraid of your undying fire,
or simply just you.
your warmth and your light never go unnoticed,
so please don't stop.
without you everything would cease to exist.
and that would be pretty damn bad.
YOU ARE READING
James, The Galaxy
Randomonce an astronaut. now a galaxy. dedicated to a man i no longer know. maybe one day our paths will cross again. but for now, you'll always have a place in my heart. i miss you everyday.
