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broken constellation
Jing Xi. 19. Antique hoarder. Flower collector. Self-taught realist. Innate dreamer. "Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly." · 25 November 2011 · 27 November 2011 · 03 December 2011 · 05 December 2011 · 14 December 2011 · 23 December 2011 · 25 December 2011 · 25 January 2012 · 28 January 2012 · 03 February 2012 · 09 February 2012 · 19 February 2012 · 07 March 2012 · 13 March 2012 · 15 March 2012 · 21 March 2012 · 23 March 2012 · 05 April 2012 · 21 April 2012 · 02 June 2012 · 06 June 2012 · 05 July 2012 · 01 August 2012 · 08 September 2012 · 13 November 2012 · 06 December 2012 · 07 December 2012 · 11 December 2012 · 15 December 2012 · 17 December 2012 · 18 December 2012 · 23 December 2012 · 25 December 2012 · 26 December 2012 · 01 January 2013 · 13 February 2013 · 11 June 2013 · 27 November 2013 · 01 December 2013 · 02 December 2013 · 06 December 2013 · 10 January 2014 · 13 February 2014 · 23 February 2014 · 14 December 2015 · 02 January 2016 · 04 March 2016 · 04 June 2016 · 25 June 2016 · 29 June 2016 |
listen to my thoughts
Have you ever felt so small,
so minuscule,
so insignificant
in this great fantastical world?
So small that the weight of the world
is crushing upon your shoulders,
so insignificant that you cease to exist...
Perhaps,
existence is an illusion,
illusions are nonexistent...
Perhaps,
it doesn't matter if we are merely specks of dust
floating in the moon's orbital belt,
or if we don't exist at all;
what matters is our absence,
what matters is us knowingly existing in nonexistence.
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