If you felt the world overwhelm you, and the walls collide and fall into you, and you watched in horror as you couldn’t move, you’d feel me too.
And when tiny stars were smeared across the heavens above, in the frigid cold, when the world was completely dark, and the skies free of angels wings, you’d stand and be crushed by your tininess, and broken by the chance to be part of it. Then you know a part of what I feel.