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stardust

out of all the potential lives
that could have been,
the stars decided to explode,
and their dust created you.

at random, you were chosen to walk this earth,
to experience societies,
to survive against the elements.

you weep at the thought of existence,
the systematic societal suffering,
you cast your vote to the nihilists.

although i may be of little help,
my beloved,
i will try my hardest
to lift that existential weight for you.

so let's try again.

out of all the potential lives that could have been,
the stars decided to explode, and their dust created you.

you were chosen to see the sunset every dusk,
you were chosen to explore strange lands,
you were chosen to read ancient writings,
to see all the wonders this world has to offer;

the universe was made to be seen by your eyes.

and out of all the potential lives that could have been,
the stars decided to explode, and their dust created me.

i was chosen to cross your path,
i was chosen to tame and be tamed by you,
and i have made you a friend.

and if all that talk of sunsets and wonders are not enough,
if your chest still weighs down with the weight of living,
keep me in your thoughts;
you will have a companion to help you in your quest of life.