Thresheld

A Galaxy Inside Me

I breath, and the air filters through my arteries,
In much the same way I think and there you are in me,
A star as likely to be giver of life to a galaxy,
than the sun, that's like a billion to one odds,

And I'm so glad it is your image,
that gives my mind an eye,
through memories I feared would disappear, because I see them the clearest and they are the dearest treasure my mind has ever held on to.

It's like my soul was floating in limbo until you formed a mass of emotion that stopped it in motion with the pull of your gravitational force just like your confrontational personality you became the center of the galaxy that is my body,

tangible parts and not, both running off the fumes of the thought of your perfume circulating like red blood cells mixed with red bull fueling adrenaline rushing face flushing faint gushing heart break attacks like interrupting thoughts of why you,

are my core, and I couldn't ask for anything more, but why you was the question that haunted the procession of your funeral, and I am full of your life like I said, but is that enough to cope with you're death,

and is it to much to hope that we'll meet sometime soon if you're my universe inside, how could I reverse that so I'm not just in orbit, and our paths could collide, could it be that you'll never appear until you're not just a whisper in my ear or a shooting star in the sky,

could it be if I die we could be reconnected in a way that would be more detected, could I suggest that as the ideal situation? would it be bad if cessation was the opposite of the creation you inspired in me, how could it be? If we believe God created us, well then he wanted to be in us and when it was over he would be at the gates of his kingdom waiting to meet us,

and I do believe that is my fate, and I'm sorry God but get in line, because I'll B line right past you to get to the company of that soul who has been living in me, no not the holy spirit I'm talking about my sister. until then I'll be as close as I can get, too many unanswered questions I can't forget, but the mystery of faith begets even more.

I'm going to spend my life wondering, but I won't be suffering anymore, because I have a motivating factor giving me fuel to see this through, till the ultimate glass is what I'm looking through.