Being a part of something bigger,
Is comforting, and terrifying.
Comforting in the sense,
There are other miniature Me(s)
Who look at the stars
with the same light in their eyes,
With a little hope, little dreams.
Terrifying in the sense:
In the vastness of this world,
I wish not to be lost,
Helpless with not a map,
For when I look at the stars
And the universe,
It’s a black hole in its own way.