Insignificant

I feel as though I am about to tear through time and space— the very fabric of our existence.

My mind goes farther, faster, quicker. I can see all yet nothing.

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yet I am entirely insignificant

I am there but I am transparent— a ghost floating through existence. Occupying space but not the attention of those around me.

I am unimportant.

A speck of dust in this vast sea of space.

But I am even lesser than dust.

Microscopic.

Erased from space and time.

Just a void.

An empty, messy, chaotic, endless void.

I am nothing.