sometimes

Sometimes I feel that my worth is that of a fly on a windowsill, one that you squashed and told yourself that you were going to clean, but never got to doing, because you tell yourself that's gross. Sometimes I feel that my worth is even smaller than that. 

It's true, though. If you think about it, how vast our universe is, how we are but a speck of a speck, we are nothing. If you think about it, how vast our universe is, how we are a part of it, we are everything. 

What do you perceive? How do you define identity? What do you think I am? Am I you? Aren't we all connected in some way? 

What do you think? Sometimes I think it's better not to think at all.

stay good.