I Felt Infinite ...

My body rests on a bed

but mind floats gently across the night sky,

and my soul soon starts to plunge 

into the vastness of the universe.

I swim in cosmic dust,

I play with asteroids,

I taste the flavor of comets

and smell the fragance of darkness.

Isn't it paradoxical

that this dark void actually contains everything inside?

I introduce myself to the moons

but they ignore me.

You're too pretentious 

-they say.

Only the stars know me well enough

to understand the grieving of my soul.

They wouldn't mock at me,

for they have seen me crying too many times.

Silently I watch the planets

and for a minute I stop to think

that I'm a bit like them:

I'm also orbiting around a glowing incandescent Sun,

but instead, I pay no attention to light

and I chose to focus 

on the black background that surrounds me;

a dark infinite that minimizes me,

that reduces me to nothing.

And suddenly the inevitable questions arrive

Who am I in this endless cosmos?

A minuscule particle?

Or am I nothing at all?

I scream my questions to the void with anger

but there's no reply.

I want to know if I'm meaningless,

or if I'm worthy enough to be called

an important part of all this.

My mind and my soul decided then

that was time to come back.

And when they did,

they felt tired of the journey,

my hands felt empty without the answers

and my body felt ordinarily confined.

But I,

I felt infinite.