just
everything is so ******* immense,
and so ******* beautiful
that it aches
and I can’t comprehend the scale of Everything
and isn’t it so ******* wonderful that such tiny things give us so much joy
like **** there is a four line paragraph on the first page of Frankenstein and it speaks to me, it speaks volumes but it’s so small and it was written so long ago
but then also look at the people look at all the lives that are interlaced
and how the **** did I meet you? the chance of that is so minuscule but where would I be if i hadn’t?
and oh my god what else is there this universe is so ******* immense and past the clouds and past the stars, what is there?
isn’t the unknown so poetic, and stunning, and my god we know nothing
but
that makes everything so much more ******* beautiful,
doesn't it?