I know I have written about it before, but this life has
never been about you, ever. We sit up
there and think that we are so important to this universe to have the nerve to
think, it is all about me. Well, I’m
sorry to bust your delicate bubble Sunshine but, uh…no.
Us? Yes. You?
Fuck you! Do you understand? I so hope that you do.
“A grain of sand,” my Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs. As simple as a grain of sand. When one granule of sand thinks they are different
and better than another than, what makes Us a cohesive desert?
We see ants all the time but still take no
notice of the fact that ants understand the basic survival skills that humans
have discounted, being: without you
there is no me. And if you don’t look
out for me, we can no longer survive. We can no longer exist...with one another or survive as a collective entity. And we just may become extinct.
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