The world seems so terrible sometimes on days like this
When my heart is heavy for no reason.
I know the world is not so bad.
Wait! The world is good.
But it's the people in it that makes me ultimately judge the world.
Maybe, it's not even the people but me
Who makes the world good or bad
Depending on how I feel.
I'm just a speckle of dust with a name
But this feeling- such heaviness.
It's as if it can contain the whole universe.