Infinite

As I let go, I breathed the stars and became the night. I flew away from the small suburban hospital with wings of fire and dust.
In the blink of an eye,
I was nothing.
And then I was everything.
I was a mountain, a river, a tree.
A broken picture frame, an empty pill bottle, a hasty letter.
I was my father's tears and my mother's broken sobs.
And I reached out and comforted my existance.