I don't know if I believe in God, but I do believe in poetry, and it seems that only I am worth writing about. I carry myself as the lowest of creatures, made to hold up the world with my bare hands. With grace and peace do I do this. With the way of a peaceful warrior, do I lift and sway beneath the weight of the world. The Universe is my savior, it was created in me. I hold pieces of stars in my body, in my soul. I hold the stardust, from trillions of years ago, and with this, do I thrive.

I am not a god. This is not something I believe. Though I am the universe, because without my the universe would not exist, and without me, time would not exist. Because we live in a hypothetical world, we do not really exist.

I am My World.​