Quarter life Nihilist

She's an insomniac
In a constant state of disconcerting paralysis.

She can hide her inner demons well.
Unleash them to devour your soul.

She is self assured
But,is breaking on the inside.

She is self indulgent.
And fortunately,she doesn't hate you.

Age seems to catch up on her.
Making her doubt the very purpose of her existence.

Her curiosity seeks out the unknown
Love,to her, is confining,it would be convenient for her to believe so.

A realisation dawns upon her
She is nothing but a speck of dust
Waiting to be consumed by the vastness of the universe.

Insignificant.
Insignificant truth.