But am I really?
can’t speak the words,
they come out wrong.
can’t build a bridge,
still, i’m happy.
all i want is to shrink the size of the tip of a ballpoint-pen. yes, become a dot. become the smallest of atoms, even. the sizeless of beings. retreat in my molecular hole, watching the world tumble and mumble. the fussless of all Earth-roaming creatures, watching it all go by. and go to sleep like nothing never happened.