a million passerbys pass myriad of blurs and glimpses of life fleeting moment starstruck at someone's significant insignificance and insignificant significance a breathtaking epiphany the art of wondering is somehow frustratingly beautiful
I have a universe in my pocket... and some lint. The world at my fingertips, all knowledge awaits and forty two cents in change rattles next to it. I have a universe in my pocket and what...? I use it to watch cat videos and trade petty barbs with fellow trolls under a bridge.
When I feel inconsequential, I remind myself Destiny does not happen without me and all my actions have consequences: for example, when I eat, my body gains nutrition, when I exercise, my body becomes healthier, when I’m kind to myself, I become happier, when I’m kind to others, they become happier, when I turn off the light in the room when I leave I help save the planet from climate change, and so on. Then I realise I am consequential!
My name is insignificant I sit on your bus Not too far forward Not too far back I am awash in the middle Every day you pass me by But am I really anything to you If I were gone, would you Care?
My name is gray I am the least of the colors In the background You take a picture Was I there? Do you even care?
My name is abscence I creep around the holes of those lost Maybe they’ll come back tomorrow Maybe never Maybe they’re the ones you hope will come back Maybe theyre the ones you hope never will I am unwelcome, nonetheless
My name is transparent Every time someone looks at me I smile, thinking they’re looking at me When they actually mean it for the person behind me I do this every time someone looks Never realizing no one ever notices me
My name is invisible Am I here? You don’t know Could you see me, if I was? You think not No matter where I am No matter where I go I am always Invisible
My name is nothing I am not here I am not there I cannot be anywhere Yet I am everywhere I fill the crevice of your heart I creep around dark corners I dodge behind trees Not like you’d notice me I am nothing, after all
My name is let down And you don’t want me around I want to be with you Don’t you see But you won’t ever let me be there I want to ask “Who can I be? Who can I be So you will love me?” But you can’t answer that Until I answer for myself
“Who am I?”
I want to lay on the ground and let the snow take me. Maybe then I would feel peace.