Whole

I exist as only.
No being which matters deeply to me.
No thing,
which within my mind such is allowed to simply,
be.
For,
there is only me.
Only this mind.
Only constant creation.
Only,
the inability to see oneself,
within externals realities.
Only,
actuality.
I sought stars,
when I was younger.
Sought to see further,
than any other.
Sought to be,
wonder.
To be wind.
To be again and again.
To always,
begin.
Be that why,
I exist as I?
Be that,
the reason my mind exist as sublime?
Why one shall,
leap within a boundless sky?
For,
it would seem,
by seeking such,
one in fact,
sought one.
Sought to be one.
Be whole.
For,
within such one seeks,
a soul...
©yungb123