today i
looked at myself
and thought
about the dead stars
i am made of
and the flowers that
will grow out of
my decaying body
and god, humans
are something,
born from unfathomable
distances, returning
to the ground we
think we own.
in the grand scheme
of life,
we are only a part
of something
larger than we can
ever imagine,
an atom of
this universe.
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the soft
Poetrythey say to be soft is to be powerful but it gets harder to believe that every passing day
