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perspective of the universe
One moment blurs into the next. I can't remember how long I've been here. I can't even remember a time before this.
The heat melting my entire being, the very atoms that make up my body fusing and fissioning. The feeling of being reduced to nothing, only to be built back all over again in a flash. The agony and the bliss, the push and the pull, of life blooming and receding.
Within my body lies those who question everything, question me. And I cannot blame them. Sometimes I wonder what it's all for. Why do I expand and shrink, create and destroy, ad nauseam over and over and over again. What's the point.
I feel... everything. Every war, every death. Every heartbreak. Every stubbed toe. I feel their anguish of existence, because I am them. I flow through their veins and fill their lungs. My death and rebirth is what fuels their lives.
I hope they can grow to love themselves as much as I them. But if not, I hope that I may love them enough, because we are the same. The people of my star systems and nebulas. The countless number of species throughout the bangs and crunches. The atoms that I have created for them to exist.
Thats what its all really about. Is love. And if you are out there, and you do not feel loved, just know that I love you. Every big bang, every supernova, every fusion and fission. It is all me, and it lead to you. I hope that me loving you can feel as if you love yourself, because you do.
The universe loves you. And you are the universe.
It's all worth it if it lead up to you. There's no other way I'd want to experience myself than through your eyes.
I love you.