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sonder.
I stand before this mass of vastness
they call an ocean
I face the horizon;
unreachable
in hopes I'll see something magical;
something otherworldly
but the sun has yet to set
so I let my mind wander.
What does the horizon hold?
It never ends.
The more I run to reach it
it keeps getting further away
as if mocking my entire existince.
That I'm nothing,
just a small part of this world
equivalent to a tiny atom in this cosmos;
a mere fraction of time
a tiny existence between billions
but still here I am
very much alive and breathing and existing and living
.
.
.
.
then why do we forget to live?
© k. k.
they call an ocean
I face the horizon;
unreachable
in hopes I'll see something magical;
something otherworldly
but the sun has yet to set
so I let my mind wander.
What does the horizon hold?
It never ends.
The more I run to reach it
it keeps getting further away
as if mocking my entire existince.
That I'm nothing,
just a small part of this world
equivalent to a tiny atom in this cosmos;
a mere fraction of time
a tiny existence between billions
but still here I am
very much alive and breathing and existing and living
.
.
.
.
then why do we forget to live?
© k. k.
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