some nights
I feel like a footnote in a story
too vast to remember me
a brief flicker of consciousness
caught between ancient stars
and the silence that will outlive them
the world carries on
with its indifferent cadence
and I wonder if my absence
would leave even the smallest crease
in the fabric of things
I shrink beneath the weight of galaxies
of centuries
of all that existed before me
and all that will remain
when my name has dissolved into dust
and still I stand here
a fragile thing aching to matter
in a universe that never promised
I would
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
The universe may never stop to announce our significance, but meaning isn’t measured by the size of the stage we’re standing on. It’s measured in the lives we touch, the kindness we offer, the people who would be different because we were here.
Galaxies are beautiful, but they can’t comfort a friend, make someone laugh, or leave a piece of themselves behind in another person’s heart.
Maybe we’re small in the grand scale of things. But small doesn’t mean insignificant. A single light can still be seen in the dark.
And for what it’s worth, your absence would leave a crease. YOU MATTER!!! 🤍
Girl, thank you. You have the kindest, sweetest, most gentle soul. I love you for that and all that you are! You matter too 🤍
I love you for all that you are and your beautiful soul 🤍
You will never be a footnote in my story. That’s only one of the few things I truly know. 🌟❤️
Aww, thank you. Such sweet and kind words.
It’s all a matter of definition, no? Inconsolate, I realise. But here we all are. Defining teleology in distinctly human terms.
You put the intention out there, a reward is reaped. The question remains as to whether or not we see that met.
It is all a matter of definition, indeed. Maybe what we call purpose is just our way of making sense of outcomes after the fact.
Of course having said that, just to be contrary to myself… I do believe to each thing is a purpose and destiny. That every thing has a charism. But, human purposes are exacted by human terms. Still. I think, there are higher and lower purposes.
And I hold hope that as we advance spiritually, we begin to *feel* the pieces fall in line. I think when we try to hard shouting into the void, and ignoring the augmented echoes as they warp into countersigns, we miss a lot.
But, what do I know, you know?
I agree with you completely here. Human purposes are exacted by human terms. I love that line. I think as we get older (and hopefully wiser, hopefully) the pieces do start to fall into place. I think sometimes, we need to step back, stop shouting and hopefully stop missing a lot. We do miss a lot, I agree. Thank you for your thoughts, you always know what to say.
I felt this so acutely! Well said
Thank you so much!