Everyone contains the breadth of eternity inside them. Galaxies of possibility, dark matter, shooting stars. We think we have no say as specks on the continuum of time, but we continue to do the right thing, even when no one is looking.
Each instance we take on faith, new worlds form and supernovas burst into being. The horizon is wide open; the past has been jettisoned.
Open my eyes to what's possible and my heart to what's true. Map out the uncharted skies for me so I know I'm on my way.