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.