So it’s night and I go to smoke
Outside
And see—so many fucking stars
Just hanging up there
Flickering like crazy
(Maybe
Some of them are planes)
Anyway
Here’s the epiphany:
I feel existential fear
Because I’m so tiny
So tiny
I can’t see but a microscopic bit
The whole of it I can’t see
Because of these spiky things
Of roofs
Thrusting upwards into the sky
(Not going gentle into that good
night)
They’re cutting out a miniature piece
For me to see
While the whole of the universe
Is laughing at me
Bastard
Mara Eastern 
Lapsing into these words evoked such black, velvety bliss…wonderful…
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Aw, thank you so much!
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Lol – starry skies are awesome. But it does kinda remind you how minute we are 🙂
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Exactly my thoughts!
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“This isn’t too good ‘objectively'”, but I think I understand (a little).
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Haha, what’s good “objectively”? Who’s to say? Anyway, of course I’m not good objectively. I blog for fun, not to be good.
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