I walked out from an office today, and the whole world looked so bright, and I wondered, my god, what is all of this?
I was moving, and I did not move at all, and for a moment I felt the sensation of hurtling through the void at thousands of miles an hour. Vertigo gripped me, and I staggered drunkenly, feeling infinitely small.
My own fragility momentarily revulsed me, and I imagined a thousand ways to meet demise. One false move, and pressure will take my life. Which I question regardless, I am still not yet convinced of its validity.
Is this all really necessary?
I saw a piled skulls on the science channel, and I put faces on them. Living breathing faces, that could not conceive of this meaningless pile their cranial shells would one day lie atop.
And so, I am a person, and so were they.
Just another skull atop the pile.
Live it, Love it (while you can)