Until You find the source of a real weight upon your ship,
You’ll never know how small you really are––
And you’ll never know how little all things really matter––
When everything is moving at the speed of light except for your heart.
And she’s crying on the floor.
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
