I sat up.
An awful chill came over me.
I felt the coldness of the universe like never before,
I truly feel alone.
Insignifant.
how much of a mote I am,
What a feeling.
To realize my insignificance
Is Truly amazing.
I am brought down.
Put in my place.
I am
A feather in the wind.
A chocolate in a box.
A water molecule in a CHOKING, DYING OCEAN.
A photon that brings about something new.
I am both something and nothing.
I feel the space between the molecules in my body.
I feel the comic winds pass through them.
It’s so cold.
What is holding me together right now?
Where is my place
and what am I?
THE COSMOS is THE COLDEST ONE.
The infinite coldness passes through me as if
i was on a molecule in a feather caught in the breeze.
But I also feel myself stomp upon worlds.
I am both the smallest and largest being.
I eat a chocolate from the box.
The true depth of the entire universus
is shown to me.
It’s awful…
What exactly am I to this whole thing?
The cold spreads and the wind intensifies.
I am abserdity.
An absurdity within a perfectly arranged and orderly place.
There is no place for me here yet I fit perfectly.
What is this?
Why can i do the things i do?
Cosmic winds blow through me.
I am a hole.
A cosmic
butthole.
Wind passes through me.