And some nights I will feel impossibly small, like my whole body could slip through the spaces between atoms and never reappear in this world again.
And some nights I will feel like a paper dolls, carefully crafted and easily blown away, fragile, too delicate to ever be touched.
Some nights I will feel like each cell in my body is made of the strength that holds the whole planet together.
And that is okay.
Because I am made of stardusts and minuscule atoms and breakable bones and the bulding blocks of everything in the universe and I am too alive to never feel anything more than human.
I am a part of this living process. And it is okay to breakdown or incredibly sad or happy. I am allowed for tears or a good laugh, to fall in love and to have my heart broken to pieces that can never be put together again.
I am just human after all..
26 November 2014