surrounded by beauty i breathe
as i tell my friends i've started putting effort into appreciating the little things.
but the pink skies feel stale;
the flowers faded
my performance is applauded but
i know it's not real.
as the pink skies darken and dusk arrives,
i look up to the stars above.
i am met with the reality that the universe is big;
and we are small.
yes, we're all technically individuals
unique, one of a kind.
but from a distance
it doesn't really matter.
just another star, just another flower,
just another person.
7.647 billion people in the world
what difference would one less make?
