When I was little, I'd
Laugh at the dramas on TV
As if their existential problems were
Something minor and
Easily solvable.

But now I understand
That we have many problems,
And if you are unlucky enough to have
An existential crisis
weighing you down
In addition to those problems,
Then I will cry for you instead.

Nature
The atoms circling within
A cycle of energy
One world dissolving into the next.
Nature survives on death
An afterlife exists
After time has passed
One where there is no fear of the unknown.
No overpopulation in this area.
No need to travel space.
And who the hell cares about cancer.

When the universe is reborn
Laws will have changed
And under the influence of a new space
Nature
Will cease to exist.

It darts past the sharp edges from my bookshelf to windowsill,
Throwing jagged shapes of light
reflected by evening clouds
Into my dim grey room.

I could never stare at it too long
It is the sun of the evening to me
Its eerie white glow naturally more magnificent
Than the blocks of light coming from the city,
Rendering me sleepless.

I'm sorry, but I won't be popularized
By you folk,
Those folks taking a triple digit
Instagram follower count
As a sign of legitimacy

I crave something more than popular opinion.

Everything is a distraction
From my terrible thoughts that
At first run rampant,
Fleeing in terror
Then sprint back
with twice the energy.

A smorgasbord of pies, apples, noodles
pour into my arteries like a puree
filling the gaping hole, levels rising
only visible to me
hand over my eyes,
I swallow.