cold

May 24, 2026, \

Art by me.

cold
i no longer hear silence when i look at the sky.

i see the filth that is us.
i see how far we are.
i see how far removed we are.
i see how far things actually are.
i see the terrifying true universe.

i look into the sky and see holes that lead into nothingness.
what the fuck happened to us?
we are strange creatures of this dimension,
this universe
and what do we spend our time doing?
There are holes in the universe and we spend our time doing what?
Nothing.

craving nothing.
lusting over nothing.
being greedy over nothing.
grieving over nothing.
becoming upset over nothing.
doing nothing.
boasting over nothing.
taking pride in nothing.
the dust you are was never anything in the first place.

why does this coldness exist?
why were we placed in such a cold place?
By God, by molecules, by whomever.
why are we in such a weirdly cold place?
why is it so cold on this plane?