My mind is an open sky

Painting constellations through stars

That seem small to the people looking up at them

But in reality are larger then life

Blanketing an infinite sky I am so damn afraid of getting lost in

I am armed with a map and compass

With a pen in one hand

And a spider web in the other

The map leads me into galaxies

While the compass spins in every direction

With my pen I hurl my words into space

Hoping they will be caught by stardust

But

There are never enough words to complete the puzzle pieces running rampid through my brain

I keep the spider web to catch the words

Before they spill secrets from my mouth

Within my silence I weave tapestries

The threads cascading through the words I speak

And the words I don't

As my sky paints the constellations

I am still travelling through.