Reasons to Not Be Sad.

You are made up of
little pieces
of a mystery.
Of things that can't be explained,
and things that can be explained;
things that have been spoken of.
The Stars.
The Sky.
The Sun.
The Moon.
Every bit of it is inside of
you.
Your divine energy is
full of deep passionate blues,
vibrant luscious reds,
happy-go-lucky yellows.
You have not yet been fully discovered,
there is only a tiny bit of you
that has been understood.
You are the most delicate painting
in a gallery,
the one that most thieves
would attempt to take
at the darkest hour
in the night
and fail at such an act.
You are the beginning,
the intermission
and the finale.
You are Act I,
as well as Act II.
Nobody worth having
ever leaves before your bow.
You are many,
yet you are one.
and you have the entire universe
inside of the crevices
of your special soul.