We are a cluster of humans wrestling with existence.

Falling down and getting back up.

Grappling with our flesh and bleeding from our hearts.

Dampening the earth with water from our eyes.

Ruptured with rapture.

To proclaim we understand would be false.

Ants clinging to the surface of this tiny sphere.

Hovering in the infinite and fearsome void.

Fingers stretched forth as arrows into darkness.

Being between beauty and terror.

We are in a good place.