One

I’m attempting to capture the cosmos. I will collect the stars, dig into space and mine for constellations. Watch me as I spread my fingers wide, casting a net over the face of the deep. I will hug the universe and buried beneath such weightless mass, my soul will cry. Infinite. Immortal. Forever changing.

I will be overwhelmed.

My eyes will search for the smooth edge, my spirit spreading in all directions until I break all former limitations; spill over the brim of my name, of my life, my memories and am finally set free.

Truly free. Boundless. All encompassing. Alone.

My friends will be tiny pieces to a puzzle, each speck a link to a chain that draws back to me. Me. The One of Many. Under my gaze life will circulate, but there will be no center. No ground to place my feet upon.

And when I cannot stand it any longer I will draw back, lift myself from the heavy arms of sleep and wake, relieved for the moment to be disconnected. To breathe and touch flesh once more.