A large part of what keeps me going is the beauty of the universe,
The creatures and the plants and the weather of Earth.
The colours and rings of the other planets.
The infinite black void of space broken up by the stars.
I'm part of all of that. You are part of all of this.
In the grand scheme of things, the entire infinite universe, I'm barely a flake of snow.
But out of all the possible flakes of snow that had a chance to fall, I was one of them.
You are one of them.
We are part of something beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
