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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