unlearning numbers

when you're face feels warm
and your body comfortable
and the sounds are muffled
and what you love, doesn't love you back
and yet- you know in the end you are your own suffering
and every time I show the documentary 30,000 individuals are tortured again in Argentina
and two weeks ago the earth swallowed a group of 73,000 in Pakistan
big numbers, little numbers, single numbers
usually estimated numbers
but always whole numbers, never fractions or decimals

and the upcoming week's events giggle in the back of your head.
In moments like this it seems like one human life is just a miniscule spark of light
insufficent, even as a big number, to illimunate an entire void.