every person is both living

and dying

simultaneously.

every single person’s body is working so hard

pumping stardust and oxygen,

pumping life,

despite the inevitable,

undeniable fate fast approaching.

the universe spends it’s

eighty-six thousand seconds,

each and every day,

to keep us alive.

yet, we fail to see.

we fail to see our beauty

our worth

our purpose.

we fail to spend the time we have loving

ourselves,

loving each other.

but despite,

our blood will pump,

and we will live

and die.

-isn’t it strange, how some kill nature

because they think it is beautiful,

but kill themselves because

they believe they are not?