The Pinprick - Poem by Rico Simmons
Have you ever had that feeling.
Everytime you think of a specific word, place or object, you get this feeling as if something isn't right.
This feeling has been eating away on me for the pas year now. I don't know why, I just feel out of place, I feel weirdly unsatisfied. Sometimes I doubt wheter I am the only one who has this, but I can't be.
Everytime I think of this place, my heart skips a beat. All my senses go numb, and I go into a sort of trance. This is hard to evade. It makes me wonder, why do I feel like this, is it me?
At these moment, I do not only think of my own worries, but also of the deaths of other people. This may sound cheesy ofcourse, but still.
To solve these problems, I put things into perspective. I try not to look at the relative side of things, but the absolute. What do my worries mean on such a large scale of people. I am but a pinprick on Earth.
And that is how I will always feel, a pinprick.
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