【Smaller】

So small,
Forever irrelevant to the course of time and the movement of space—for the scape of all grows ever outward, and out relevance forever shrinks.

The void of light-less futures entrances all, as that vast emptiness gallops outwards into vacuums it creates. Yet we make the most of ourselves—specs not even visible where it all began, at the heart of pandemonium now deserted and unknown.

We’re meant to live, whereas we are only to die within the grasp of this rock we ruin. An existential crisis, they call it—when we begin to discover gravity.