simple joys cound be found by counting each possible galaxy one could find shimmering tiny, twinkling possibilities, floating aimlessly across the coastline, scattered in an endless expanse behind that dark shine in your eyes giving birth to new dimensions silently emerging unexpectedly, from those depths these strange new universes in the sky born into existence without any clear intention adrift across infinite oceans of cosmic display a mind so limitless and mesmerized, to be held so tightly captive, so willingly entwined to be swept away in the harsh overflow of ceaseless currents constant in their brooding demands and expectations, unempathetic heavy burdens which weigh down these hopeful thoughts as they emerge already tethered to you like an anchor slowly sinking in parallel with my depression which grows larger encumbered by these exhausted heavy and wading, everchanging emotions i’m on the verge, standing between the earth and the universe, where they both collide swept away from the land the distance expanding pulling me further from solid reassurance sometimes i think all hope is lost the the sky so full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold this life without you eats like a longing in my soul like a goal left dusty and unachieved in your achievements, becoming mine i find my peace somewhere in that dead cold longing across infinity at the edge of the universe waiting for your return and in every second passing each planet travels farther away from what minuscule spec of entirety it once called home and in that giant magnetic drift i hope you’ll hear me singing, waiting, patient, for your return