Sky of night

Sky of night, Lined and Chequered emptiness, Filled with things that have matter but don’t matter. Vast ocean, rolling waveless, churning possibilities in the minds of the tiny, Tiny bodies look for other tiny bodies in the black. Little people who feel so big -Share my tiny life with me.


My worthlessness is (un)profoundly universal, it’s not personal – to do with the body I’m stuck in or the person I am. If it were based on that (which it isn’t) I wouldn’t be worthless at all.

Other worthless entities need me and like my worthless company.

My worthlessness is debatable and relative and actually totally separate from the opinions of other worthless creatures.