astronaut

I know that am composed of faulty memories
and endless universes.

I am blighted, wrecked and sinking.

I know my hands are shaking

but I'm holding galexies beneath my skin

and they're threatening to break through.

I wish I knew all that the universe held.

All it is composed of.

I mean the night sky is luminous,

breathtaking, infinite, cold and sharp.

There are endless dark skies and starry galexies

I do know that there is dark matter in me,

fragile matter; all-the-things-that-dont-but-really-do-matter

and its all hidden beneath a fake smile.

My tired eyes see pieces of my vulnerability

in the scattered stars above.

The universe is too big and too fast moving to stop and realize that I am dissolving piece by piece into nothing.

and one day you'll reach out at the place I once stood,
but you'll touch only air.

And im gone right before your eyes.

I am now simply just a whisper in the night skies