Human Nature
All the stars burn but their light falls on empty ground we reach for morning as if it were something to grasp but the world folds back into silence
We name things to anchor ourselves love, truth, justice but each name dissolves under the cold finger of reality
Time drifts without direction We build, we destroy, we weep and it is all the same as the dust between our fingers
I walk through days like a ghost haunted by the echo or purpose that was never mine to hold even hope feels like a lie we tell ourselves to stay awake
And yet, in the vast emptiness there is a strange freedom a permission to be small to laugh at everything to carve moments from the void without promise, without weight
We live because we can We feel because we can and the abyss watches, silent as if saying “I offer you nothing and still, you exist”
