sometimes i feel so tiny it scares me. i look at the stars and the moon. but not the sun. because it hurts my eyes. and i look at how tall some trees are and how long some roads are and how the clouds move across the blue canvas of the sky. and i look at maps and think about how even though some countries are a pinky-finger length away on paper, they’re actually whole different places in real life. and i think about all the people in the word, people giving birth right now, and now, and now, and people dying now, and then, and in a second, and people sleeping and smiling and eating and living on the streets and working and singing in the shower and dancing like mad things when they think nobody’s looking. and i feel so tiny in comparison. and i think about all the other people out there who are just like me, alone and tiny in this huge wide world, all living their own lives, dreaming their own dreams, loving with their huge hearts and being utterly tiny among a sea of other tiny people. it’s kind of sad that we’re all so insignifcant to other people. but there’s comfort in that, too, because if we’re all alone and tiny, we’re all together and tiny.