Shades of Existence

You’re a beautiful shade of existent.

Do I know what you look like?

Do I know your name?

Do I know you?

I know you exist.

You’re out there somewhere.

You’re reading this poem.

I don’t know you,

But I know you exist

And that’s beautiful.

It’s beautiful to exist.

After all, what are we

but dead stars that chose life once more?

We were stars.

We are all made of stars.

Stars became dust

Before stars became us.

I’m glad you still exist.

Someday you will meet yourself.

Someday you will become yourself.

We will unbecome and become again.

The history of the world

Courses through our veins.

Stars died for us.

Our ancestors lived for us.

With every touch,

Every word,

Every emotion,

We make history too.

Even if no one knows it

We are leaving traces of ourselves

Everywhere we go.

We will be history.

Our stars will die.

New stars will be born.

But promise me something,

O’ stranger I’ve never met,

O’ fellow star.

We are the history of future stars.

Let us shine bright

While we are still here

And let us work together

So that their shades of existence

May shine much, much brighter.