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