The earth is the only beautiful thing about this earth.
The ocean the only beautiful ocean.
The sky is just a sky.
The stars are billions of more stars.
The planets around them are more planets.
Any poor soul is just another poor soul.
There is nothing to be found and no one to care.
The rocks are rocks and the nature exists.
There are rocks and there are plants.
No memory of anything.
One more night.
And how thankful anyone should be to have it.
Insist there is meaning.
When there isn’t.
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