Random Dread

I struggle to find peace in an inconceivably huge world whose heart has crusted over,

So I seek refuge in the small world of a large bowl,

And try to remind myself that tomorrow is a new day.


Alumnus of Earth

When the soul gets its diploma
And moves away from the little town they grew up with.
Will it ever grow homesick of the solar system?
Things do not die, but no graduation is the same.