Everything

On an evening in early spring
When the sky was a black canvas
Splashed with sparkling silver paint

I tried to empty the thoughts that filled my mind
Or at least divide them into categories,
In my internal filing cabinet
Only to find that the biggest folder
Was overflowing with you

It was a gradual build-up
Of ideas, daydreams and fantasies
Which soon built up into moments and memories
From one viewer
To another

Push him aside
What else do you feel?
Small.
The stars make me feel small
But when i think upon the fragile existence of human life
My thoughts revert back to how I am failing to spend each waking moment
By your side

And at that point I knew
That you are my thoughts
My hopes
My future
You are the stars.

Written 24.03.15