I'll just go back to pretending I'm living

My insides are a kingdom, and its territory extends each day. People's memories and experiences shine as stars in its boundless sky. Some dim, few vibrant, and many invisible. Their worlds elude my touch. For every perspective I begin to see, my planet seems insignificant as its cosmos grow larger. Every night I understand less and crave so much more. My heaven humiliates me with size, fulfilling a truly empty person.