The portions of me that aren't completely there
Are the memories that I hold onto
But it's just misty figments
That make me small,
The moon is often invited to share time with the midday sun
Because sun sometimes realizes that having someone share your favorite things with you
Makes for the best middays
Loneliness isn't an option
But sun and moon are so big, every human can share their company whenever they want
And that's when I feel the most small
Just a face in the crowd
In a sea of swarming bodies, their mass indexes only showing numbers by the millions, billions
And we are small
Ants busily working on an anthill
With sun and moon watching, rotating with us
Enjoying our wispy memories right above us
Sometimes being the center of our attention
Because though small in size, our emotions triple the sizes of all universes
All within our small little chests
Can I get an amen
bw
Amen. Very cool.
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