Sometimes I think about the universe and how infinitely huge it is. And I read facts to find out the distance of a light year, the radius of our galaxy, and the number of living, breathing stars.
And sometimes I can't help but gawk at the fact that holy-fucking-shit, I exist in infinity. But then I recall: despite how gargantuan or mindbogglingly inexhaustible our galaxy is, we are but a speck of germ in a timeless and immeasurable virus.
And I can't help but compare myself to this impossible situation. How I will always be but a speck of neurons in your countless thoughts. How I will just be an atom of a star in your head that is the night sky.
And how I will never compare to the cosmic equation inside your head.
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