Nothing Important

by LaniLou123

June 21, 2016

This is nothing important

As nothing ever really is

Just the musings of a mind

With carousel thoughts

That stop and go before I can grasp them

I remember a night

When the air was so cold

My lungs ached with every inhale

And though I did not mind the chill

I think I'd simply grown used to it

But that was not important

Because now the air is scorching

And runs across my skin

In thick licks of heat

And somehow more time has passed

Than I would have thought possible

Before I stumbled into situations

And fell into friendships

Sometimes I'd like to scream

To the Universe

Draw her attention

Ask her if she knows my name at a mention

But I don't think she hears

Or cares

Maybe it's lonely up there

With no sound

Or maybe it's louder than anything

The echoes of all of our feet on the ground

But no matter how hard we try

(Shooting rockets up to the sky or needles into our veins)

I have to conclude

That we’re looking in all the wrong places

Because the stars will shine without us

Indifferent to our demise

And the trees wouldn't care

There'd be less pollution in the air

Would the flowers wilt and weep

And the oceans still sweep along the shore

The mistake we make is differentiating

Ourselves from everything we try to understand

Maybe everything we need to understand

We already have figured out

In the way coffee smells in the morning (despite its bitter taste)

And the happy-calm feeling when somebody grabs your hand

Or the way the sun scorches the sifting sand

There really wasn't a point to this

As there isn't a point to a lot of things

Because in the end

That math test you failed won't matter

When the Universe swallows us all

And spits us back out as atoms

And I'm not sure if that terrifies or calms me

Because no one else seems

To think about vastness

Or gets tangled up in webs

Of spider silk and time

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