to exist within something as vast
diverse
and tragic
as the universe
is to rummage within
disappointment
I have always wanted nothing
but acceptance
artistic pursuits
and intellectual thinking
and in doing so
have been told
on multiple occasions
I am not
I am manufactured
I do not
stand a chance.
I am battles between idealism,
cynicism
realsim
and plain artistic madness
I am battles between
clashing upon aesthetics
and avoiding them for the life of me
and I plan
and I will
be utter brilliance
I stand amongst a universe
and despite my homeliness
my microscopicness
my vanity
I want nothing more
than to polish it
and nurture
it
I to the universe
and the universe to me.
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