To Change the World

​Anger drives me; perhaps more than love does. And sometimes, thinking myself a single mosquito wrecking havoc on an adult human,I believe with all my heart that I can change the world.

I am not too small.

And then sometimes I think myself a freshwater raindrop falling into a salty sea. What good will it do, to even try remaining fresh in a world made of salt?
And I want to curl into myself and be a raindrop in a desert. Fall to earth alone, create a tiny ball of mud and seep through the earth until the sun dries me up and I am air. 

I am nothing.


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