A single moment—
barely noticeable at the time—
flared open inside my chest
with the force of a newborn galaxy
Colors I’d never seen before
spilled into my mind
like a cosmic confession
Others call it nostalgia;
I call it creation
Stars aligned around that memory
orbiting the warmth of its truth
Gravity formed from emotion I never named
A universe built itself from something small
When the light settled
I realized
I wasn’t remembering the moment
I was inside it