life is pointless and then we die. we are so insignificant to this world and this universe, so what's the point? people are either looking for it or have given up. but i believe that as insignificant as we are, all of us together make up this enormous cohesive infinity of stars and galaxies and we should be proud of our insignificance. i'm always so fucking lonely and depressed and fuck you and fuck everyone for contributing to that. despite this i still believe i'm part of something bigger. i'm still living i'm still breathing and as long as i hold on to what's important, to me i'm significant. i'm selfish i'm vain i'm scared i'm angry. all of this makes me who i am and break all that apart and i'm tiny microscopic atoms mixed in with everyone else's and the stars and the sea. and i realize that my tiny little insignificant soul is important.
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Mind Heart Soul
PoetryWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
