Poetry | The Universe Inside Me

I hope that you all find the galaxy and a blooming flower in your heart.

— Kim, Namjoon


Maybe I am the sun—
I am burning.
I am shining.
Yet too dangerous for anyone.

Maybe I am the moon—
A concept of time.
A celestial body of change.

Maybe I am a blackhole—
I have this pull of gravity that attracts every emotion.
Maybe this is why I feel too much.

Maybe I am a meteoroid—
A solid rock,
Falling…
Falling..
Falling.

Maybe I am the outer planets—
no solid surface.

Maybe I am a galaxy—
everything and nothing at the same time.

Maybe I will never understand this universe inside me—
until I become one with the stars.

Maybe then, I will bloom flowers.
Maybe then, my soul will finally be free—
from the chain that is my heart
and from the cage that is my body.

Maybe I am too infinite for my own anatomy.


The universe represents our emotions, doesn’t it? It’s a million little stars, a series of wormholes upon wormholes, infinite, vast, indescribable, mysterious.

Scientifically, we are made of stardust. Maybe that’s why we are always longing for something out of reach—like the sky.

Thank you for being here.
If my words reach you somehow,
I hope you can support me
by donating either
through Ko-Fi or Paypal.

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