What are we,
But fragments of moments in a vast universes.
Cursed by our own creation and ideation of survival
We are the architect of our own destruction

Are u even you?
Your a blink of an eye,
Inter woven with million of years of memories
Impossible to grasp

Yet we torture ourselves with this ideation of perfection
Reaching out to nothing but a void

Take a step back
Breathe in.
And visualise how truly small your are
Like a needle in a haystack,
A temporary ripple in the sea of eternity.