You speak like constellations, but you're just a black
hole.
There are more grains of sand in the soles of your shoes than you will be given winters to dream or summers to make those dreams real. And there are more stars in the sky than there are grains of sand on Earth. We live in a universe so big that a dying star, in the greater scheme of things, is as significant as spilled milk or an unkissed kiss. In an infinite amount of time, everything that can be forgotten, will be forgotten. In infinity, spilled milk and dying stars matter the same. And if you're just someone brushing your teeth late at night or you're a planet breathing your last breath as you disappear into a black hole, everything you do matters just the same. Every breath you take is as important or unimportant as the sun in the sky or the moon in the night.
So for the longest time, I thought that there was just this big
black hole where my heart should be. I never thought much of it
until I started to develop this growth called feelings. I am now
realizing that it was a hell of a lot easier without these
feeling things. I am now in quite the predicament because these
feeling things are making it hard for me to let go of certain
people.....
