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YOU ARE HERE
Logically speaking, we are specks of collected dust.
So small in a cycle of connected things, we rarely make a difference.
We are a small community in the universe. One so forgotten.
We are not the only ones out there. The sky is endless.
We are maybe 85 years of recycled breath and water.
A viscous terrible reality, we mostly all drown it out.
Its a thought that makes us turn our backs on trying and succeeding and moving foreword.
We rarely make a difference that reflects major situations or influence others through out time.
Yet we on our own are infinite, we can create and become anything, these cycles of logic and reason...
its so ethereal, We all have dreams, and we all have the same dreams.
To think of ourselves as little and precious as war, death, and time makes us look.
I feel it is starting to take a toll on all of our souls. I ruins us.
Yet we were never really fixed. We are all imperfect.
It hurts, It cuts deep, I hate unknown, and thoughts like these destroy me.
WE ARE HERE. a little planet in a big cycle, destroying itself slowly.
We are progressively getting faster and better at destroying ourselves.
The only thing the human race ever progressed at.
Sympathy never will come, the planets history is paved with forgotten faces.
It is unsettling, it makes beauty, happiness, and satisfaction not worth chasing.
Why should I try to be more, when The same exact second You read this sentence,
someone somewhere is the world never was able to receive it.
For many are never even able to make it out of the womb.
smiling hurts at that thought. A wish of just one day, twenty four hours.
everyone who currently existing feels a sense of happiness, and for one day. Nobody is killed or destroyed.
This day will never come. therefor peace will never come.
It really justifies a reason for suicide.
It overwhelms me with shame.
and it forever will.
