The Size of you

There is no joy here
There is no sadness either
just a perpetual malaise

Pain or banality?
Which would you choose

Are you choosing? 
Or are you just accelerating

You are on a spinning globe in a universe you will never understand
yet you keep asking big questions.

So stand still or run
either way you are moving

there is no standing still
no past      no future
there just is
and it's all too fucking fascinating to be bored
suffer, hurt, destroy, build,

Die


Live

You are infinitely expanding
You are unquantifiable