When you inhale, every particle in the universe goes up your nose.
Or so you think.
The world is only turning because it's disoriented after you exhale.
That's why I don't deserve you, oh holy one.
I am just a minuscule morsel in space, and you breathe me and everything else in, giving us reason to live.
It is you who turns the world and breathes life and really matters.
Or else fuck you for acting as such.