Aurora Borealis

I think, therefore I am, my thoughts, a cluster of the cosmos, me, a cluster of the universe, my belly, just a slant of gravity tilting over at the slightest touch, spewing butterflies and hard truths.

My nose widens with my smile as I imagine the northern lights, brought about by a collision, shifted into a spectacle to gawk at; if you've seen aurora borealis, you've seen me too.

We crash, collide, explode, but int he aftermath, our spirit lingers, ostracizes the injuries to our past selves, and comes out as something brighter. Something able to leap the next time faith comes knocking at out door.

We are never too far from the light. Even in the darkness we still shine.