Cause Most

Sometimes
I feel dead
Swirling through cosmic rays, not really knowing where I actually am
Consciousness is fleeting circumstance
how am I
I
suppose to know where I am
we hurtle through the universe faster than light speed
as my universe, if I can even claim one, swaps it’s position with this and that one

Where am I?

I was a trillion miles away just seconds ago
We are just electrons shooting around, our being more of a probability then a place

With all this commotion, my mind flutters
White. Noise. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

louder

Louder

LOUDER

UNTIL I CANT TAKE IT!

I explode, implode, I break, I take, fiddling furiously for finite forgiveness
You can feel it

Hurtling through space
Humbling

I feel dead sometimes
feeling so small, so insignificant, so… minuscule
Almost like nothing has a point or matters

Is there a God? Are we… God?

Yet, there’s a bright shimmer

That even we, as humans, make up a microscopic portion of the vast MATTER of the universe
but isn’t that it?
We all MATTER

We are the universe, we are everything, and the universe is us

Humbling, but brilliant and fascinating,

It’s like finding sanity in insanity

We are the most beautiful paradox

What really does MATTER?