Atlas of My Universe
If I was to write a song for you, it would contain no words. If I was to paint a picture for you, it would contain no discernable patterns, shapes, or objects. There is an irrefutable melody, a flawless blend of colors, an indescribable feeling contained in the deepest part of me. There is power there that cannot be replaced. In my eyes you are mountains in the atmosphere, vapors under water, and rivers in celestial bodies that make up my universe. You are perfect rhythm clashing with ivory accidentals, the creation of improvised lyrics and unplanned masterpieces.
You are my shooting star. No, not a meteor burning in the atmosphere, but a real shooting star. As rare as one in one hundred million. You careened out of your galaxy, 500 miles per second and collided into my existence leaving damage too drastic to mend. Broken bones, ligaments torn, veins leaking red blood cells, plasma, and formed elements. Deeper still, punctured phospholipid bilayers unable to maintain hydrophilic principles to protect essential chemical balances. An electron unable to maintain its charge. Magnificence.
This was my big bang. You have created walls like mountains, fissures like canyons inside me. It is you carving spaces for oceans, but leaving enough room for forests and valleys as pure as your own hometown. It is you creating harmony for my soul, providing contrast to my colors. It is you creating a part of me that does not exist on its own. The merging of all these things, good and bad, to become one whole being. You are my Hypervelocity Star who reminds me that time is merely progression; it does not exist on its own behalf. And looking into the tiny muscle cells that make up your iris, I am reminded that it is impossible for life to truly end.
If I am as futile to this universe as a single celled organism controlled only by the four winds of Heaven churning the sea, I will consider myself blessed. Because Joshua, my love, here in the substantially insignificant time frame of my life, I have acquired the remarkable privilege to call you my own.
And that will always be enough for me.
10 July 2014