sunshine.

you always look out to space

but look in to yourself, for me,

for this moment,

and see;

you were created above the clouds,

and i'd quite like to take a telescope 

to your mind, 

to your hands,

and to your heart;

study the infinite universe within your

mind, constantly expanding;

memorize the constellations etched in

your hands, every groove and every wrinkle;

and admire the solar system revolving

around your heart, the core of it;

you are the universe,

and the constellations,

and the sun.

sunshine.

the world is better with you in it.

by "mee"