This brief moment in time Is all we are given, my love, So let us make the best out of it, Being all that we can be And doing all that we can do, With our short ephemeral lives, With our weak, shivering fire.
We might not be able to travel To new galaxies, But if you let me in To that universe of yours, Then I don’t need no spacecraft, I will be the astronaut Voyaging among your stars, Exploring each planet and each meteor, Every hidden corner Of your mysterious world; Let me discover How the light in your eyes Shines; I want to uncover The layers of your soul, And go deep under your skin, And, like a microscope, Decipher every cell Of that body of yours, Navigating your blood, Until I reach the core Of all that you are.
Have you ever thought How beautiful you are, A grain of living stardust, A magnificent micro cosmos, Capable of reason, Capable of love?
We might be Lost in a cosmos That has forgotten It has made us, So old We are almost nonexistent, So wide We get lost across the distance, Of its infinite Light years; But to me, The cosmos is you; You exist for me, And I, for you.
Ever since I was a little girl, writing has been my passion and my escape. I wanted a platform where this small voice - that usually dares only be heard by the notebook in the corner of my room - can reach out to the world. I have always been fascinated by this ability we have to turn a transient thought or feeling into something that could last forever and that could be communicated to any other member of our species who would stumble upon it. After all, we're one and the same, aren't we? Our hopes, dreams, fears, pain, joy are what make us who we are. This page is for you out there reading it, so I invite you to delve into this notebook as if it were your own. Welcome to my notebook. Many thanks to the creator of this page who made my dream come true.