Known Infinite

I realize that I am the probably the only person who will ever know me as intimately as I do and even I don’t know everything about myself so what does the negative opinion of a stranger matter?

If I could stretch the fabric of my being out onto a table, there would be no end.

And within the never ending vastness of the fabric of the universe, I am but a fleck of gold on a single fiber of an infinite thread bound alongside threads of every color imaginable. Woven together by the reality of and chance overlapping of our existence on a planet that could’ve chosen not to exist and could change its mind at any moment.

So idgaf what a hater thinks, yfm?