Inspiration by tomatoes

Mmhh

What shall I write about ... haha

I'm sitting here, at this rather small but big table on a rather narrow bench.
A narrow path one might say
In a rather vast world one may whisper
Yet as small as the world may seem, it echoes into your ears as if someone were shouting it
Into your ears
Where am I, I think to myself
For I am lost in this tiny yet vast world
I don't know where to go
Or whom to trust
Nor where to look.
What direction I should take
Or rather one should take for we are all humans in this vast yet small world floating around in space.
But don't get me started on that. For I, we, you and I, are just mere souls wandering the planes of this small big world
Floating in a galaxy of forgotten souls
But where is this narrow path taking me
For I see no doors
But doors do not exist in space
But rather holes
I do not fear falling
For falling in space is not falling at all
So why should I be scared to fall behind others in life, we are in space after all, my friend.
For yes, I may be falling behind
But once I pick myself up and stand again, I'll be several steps ahead.
There are no doors in this world
Just paths of all different shapes and sizes
For one may fall and one may dance
But never take a broken path for granted
For nothing is broke at all in this vast yet small small world floating in space
For I am just a soul amongst the many forgotten
And so are you
My
Friend