All we do is prove to some outside force that we exist
Here we are. Visit us.
We’ll greet you with guns and fear.
But what if they don’t exist?
Maybe we’re alone.
Those small things on Mars, were just that. Small.
So forgive me if I don’t clap for the tallest storey on your creation.
A creation made by a creation.
Because reductively we’re just mould on a science project.
– Little Ginge x