WHEN I WAS LITTLE

when I was little
I would push my face into a pillow
hiding my breath
for starfield would become the air I needed
I called it
awakened air of Milky Way

when I got older
I would learn
of many words and how to speak them
not only to my self
imaginary books would fall by hundreds
through opened windows of the Universe

how come I’ve never  read a passage
on being homeless here
the bluest planet
the hollow Earth
on carpe diem missing sense
in all remaining seconds

and now of age
I am finally home
thus turning into space again
in quiet death I am shared alone
with everything by all