The sun. If I died today, it would still set.
The moon. Yes, the moon would rise without me here.
The stars. They would dance even if I did not wish on them.
The rotation of life will go on moving.
Life will go on hurting without me here.
Awaking from my slumber does not make the sun rise.
The darkness does not swiftly devour light with the heaviness of my eyes.
My breathe cannot send a sail boat across the sea.
The earth will not shake with my footsteps.
Yet, You whisper one word and life exists. I exist.