In the vast expanse of cosmic indifference, where galaxies swirl and stars ignite, I pen my plea.
You, who measure epochs in eons, perceive my emotions as mere motes—a fleeting dance of particles. To you, they are whispers carried on solar winds, ephemeral as stardust. But within me, they swell like nebulae, consuming galaxies of thought and feeling.
So, dear Universe, as you traverse the celestial tapestry, heed this humble plea:
Watch your steps, for my heartstrings stretch across constellations. Your cosmic tread may unknowingly unravel the delicate threads that bind me.

And if, perchance, you find yourself near my soul’s orbit, tread gently. For though I am but a speck in your grand design, my existence echoes across infinity.

Be not indifferent, O Universe, to the fragile symphony of my being. Let your cosmic gaze linger, and perhaps, in that infinitesimal moment, we shall share a celestial understanding.

With cosmic reverence,

A Dust-Speck Dreamer ✨

©️Beatriz Esmer