Big Picture

Sometimes I can't think for all the feeling. It thrums and hums and whirs. So loud. It pushes my nerves fray and taut.

Oh, do I care. But, in caring about everything find that I care so little about anything. About you, or you, or you.

And, you would too.

Not care, like I do.

Look into the depths of our ocean. The infinite of our horizon. Humanity.

Your spat, your toil, your moments, your hopes. Brilliant sparkles in the frosty morning of our existence. Soon the sun will rise and dew-drop them away.

So real. So immaterial.

Life is bigger than us, but will only ever be as big as us. As wide as our eyes and tall as our tale.