No one was born to love
It's selfish to think that this grand universe belongs to us and that our bodies were sown together so that we could feel
Our bodies are nothing more than specks of insignificance
And though I feel uneasy speaking on behalf one's existence, even my own,
I feel as though we were born to breathe
To suck in everything we can
and let it circulate around our bodies
because we are made of nothing but things that used to exist
and ideas that other people have released into the airways
I want to exhale
and let go of everything I'm made of
in hopes that someone will inhale bits of me
in hopes that bits of me will be pieced into someone else's existence
