⁠infinity is the right measure
Of our ignorance.

I’m a dust particle
In the vast and immeasurable chaos
That is this world of matter,
Made of water, dirt, air and fire.
I’m dust, unimportant,
Sometimes pure presumption of existing.
Being dust, I take risks,
I persist in being
Someone who suffers the pains of the world
Someone who sings, cries and laughs.
Someone who forgets their insignificance
to the point of loving unconditionally
Even though he’s dust, it doesn’t matter
I dare ignore the fear,
I go on avoiding hate.
As a particle of dust I chose to live today
Without thinking about the futility that awaits me in the future

Evan do carmo