Running, an open field
With nothing but a black sky out in front of you
Big enough to swallow you
Big enough to make you feel as if your significance might not mean something
I wish the big dipper would come down and scoop me up
I want to float, be cradled by the universe
Because I know you can’t always have a person hold your hand
Even if you are scared
Because there are some things you just have to do
And nobody can hold your hand
And there’s something in the back of my head
Telling me everything is going to be just fine
When looking at the stars
They practically spell out its ok
From the tips of your fingernails
To the heels of your feet
You are made of star stuff
Cosmic lattes, you matter
I used to have a nightmare as a kid
I was surrounded by darkness
And then all of a sudden every object, person, feeling
Everything that ever existed in my life
Collided in on itself
A giant mass of a mess, floating right in front of me
My stomach hurts
Bring me a butterfly net
Please catch whatever is inside of me
Put it in a jar
Label it it's ok
It's ok
