sometimes you just feel ugly: inside and out. and there's nothing you can do about it. no amount of makeup can mask your insecurity and no empty laughter can disguise it. you feel desperately and utterly helpless to the demons in your mind whispering, "you are not enough, you will never be enough." and your brain is yelling and your heart is thumping and your feet are running but you
are
smiling.
why?
because that's what you've always done.

The universe's ever pulling
gravity
collapsing on itself
yet spiraling outward
into the unknown
continuously creating itself
without stopping
as new planets
asteroids
comets
emerge
it is
easy to see how
insignificant our problems are
and how important it is to make every moment count
because if none of it matters
then we should take chance
take a chance on us
and give it a shot