The Power In Perspective
at your own burial
maybe there will be tears
but maybe what is living in those tears
are galaxies of stars
moons and space and the always present
truth
that we can never grasp
what is so eternally bigger than ourselves
that it breaks our hearts to love
and that time is created
yet somehow exists, entirely on it's own
we will cry at the small shape of our lives
that we could only mold if we realized that it was putty
we are infinitely big
and we are infinitely small
we must look from one
with hopes for the other
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