Standing outside
In the dead of night,
Alone, save the moon;
That one feeling
Is the truest part
Of being alive.
Underfoot, earth.
Above? Infinite stars.
Hidden in nature
The souls of those
Who came before
Quietly vibrating.
How small it is
To be human.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2026 15:15
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Comments2
What a reflection to say we are small, humans the creature with the biggest ego and yet so small in comparison to all else. Nicely said
Its a vast universe. Never ending and a very fleeting miracle of life we receive as human kind. Nice write for sure. 🙂
Thank you 🥰
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