the snow
fell like
little spheres
today.
they reminded me
of tiny planets,
piling up on each other,
millions in my sight
endless numbers
everywhere.
it made me think
of how irrelevant
we all are as humans.
the things we do
to survive,
the things that
we do for fun
we all live on a tiny
fleck of snow
amongst
trillions and trillions
and trillions
of worlds that we
cannot gather.
an atom of dust
in a vast multiverse
of floating stars
and unknown orbits.
this is how
we must find
peace.
you live in
a computer,
i live in
space and time itself.
YOU ARE READING
flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
