Tiny Things

I wrote this at like 3am last night but it's kinda baller the girls who get it get it

The world is built up of tiny things much larger than they seem. All things are tiny when looked at under scrutiny. I have never known you to imagine life any larger than it seems from your own perspective; stars are specks in the sky to you so they must be nothing more. Surely the giants don’t appreciate the dullness in your imagination, but I’m sure their glow persists despite your downplay. You see, I have yet to meet the stars but I know they shine with grace. I know they smile down to earth in beams of gleaming light despite your lack of faith. I know nothing will stop them from shining, not even a darkened sky of hate. This is true. I know it to be true because I have looked upon the stars and felt the pull of a nameless gravity. I have felt it every day without fail. I felt it when the world seemed to end and when the grass turned gray. I felt it when you looked into my soul and said it was merely skin and bones. It may be true that my soul is smaller than you can perceive, smaller than even the stars, but if stars are more than specks, maybe I too can be more than what you’ve seen in me.