Listen - In a world infinitely expanding,I infinitely matter to myself ironically since I'm matter on space.Constantly telling myself I'm fine, with every "fine" I'm breaking. I'm a glass broken into too many pieces though my worth is still the same, I can never change what is but can control what should. I'm a figure created for greatness, I love with my beautiful fake eyes and cry with my heart. I too happen to shock myself, reversing my impulses disturbing the synapse.I happen to be totally resistant to love though internally fighting resistance to pain. I'm a marble,...