Saturday, July 9, 2022

on the existence of me

 what am i but a speck of stardust amongst giants eons in age?

a spark, a flicker in the cosmos,

aren't we all

so small,

tiny

?

but

even so,

despite our triviality,

we reach pining hands out towards the stars,

we scream our existence across galaxies, across generations

hoping to mark that we were here – we lived, we mattered, we created, and died here.

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