In the grand scheme of a teeming Earth,
Where billions breathe and tread,
Each soul but a fraction, a mere sliver’s worth,
In the labyrinth of thoughts we wed.
1/7,888,000,000th, a numeral so slight,
Each heartache, a minuscule dot in the storm,
In the arithmetic of loneliness, under cosmic light,
One finds solace, strangely warm.
Through these lenses, each smile, each tear,
Is but a whisper in the universe’s grand choir.
In this vastness, my solitude I engineer,
Quelling the blaze of emotional fire.
In the quiet math of my world, so sparse,
I find comfort in the reduction of my pain.
Each heart, a universe in itself, so diverse,
Yet in my formula, their impact, merely a grain.
In this cosmic calculation, I seek reprieve,
From the weight of a world so densely sown.
For in the vast arithmetic, I naively believe,
It feels better to tread this path alone.
…Happy New Year.
