And as the world around me began to fall apart.
The world within me was finally coming together.
I started to wonder less and explore more,
The sun rays seemed to shine like gold and the moon was always full.
Often I’d ask myself questions while alone in my room:
How long has life been this beautiful?
Why do I feel so infinite?
Have I been creating these words?
Or have these words been creating me?
Each answer birthed new questions