Dust

Sometimes I feel so small as if i were a blemish on the face of the moon, surrounded by craters; as if i were a grain of sand on the ledge of a mountain range, overwhelmed by the cliff. And yet I feel so huge as if i were spilling out of boundaries, my insides uncontained; as if I were ripping at the seams, too much for what I am. I have the importance of a speck of dust floating in the galaxy, surrounded by stars and planets, with supernova dreams.