and yet the other days - not even the good days, just the ones where you are fine with existing - seem so much better in comparison.

while the world crumbles to dust through the eternities,
we watch the sky burn blue,
burn through,
see you.

life has never wanted us,
nor what we bring to the world.
yet we are here,
you and i,
and we continue to be here,
against the world,
against nature,
for are we not above nature?
above the rule of earth?

nay, nay!
nature owns us like it owns all,
for one day we will die and fall,
for one day nature will once more make his call,
for one day we will die and fall.