I'm much more insignificant in this world than I had previously imagined.
for so long,
I thought I was a Supernova;
a bright and vibrant flash of light that would radiate in what short life I had.
but my voice,
like photons,
would travel for eons, being seen by galaxy after galaxy.
it'd seem that perhaps I was wrong.
I don't have the leadership.
I don't have the talent.
I don't have the innovativeness.
I don't have the brains to allow me to shine forever.
or perhaps shine at all.
perhaps I'm just a blue star,
full of lost potential energy,
and eventually consumed by the vast vortex of blackening space.
and perhaps that insignificance was always bound to be.
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoesíaSometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
