She is an artist.
Her canvas is reality and her paintbrush is her words.
The possibilities are endless, her life is her creation.
She is everything, everywhere, constantly.
The better version of everyone, including herself.
Eager to impress, she creates art with her ability to believe and fabricate.
From nothing she can become anyone she chooses.
She draws herself onto places,
engraves her name into books and songs,
paints her face in other people’s memories,
cuts her name into other people’s tongues.
She is an artist and her art is truly unbelievable.

Too often
I find myself
Singing your song
And forgetting
The lyrics
To mine

People say
Don't throw stones
If you live in a glass house,
But maybe the lesson should be
Don't throw stones, especially
At glass houses

We think we're big

insects are small

We are mistaking

We're not right at all



We thinks earth's big

We think stars are small

We are mistaking

We're not right at all



Compared to the solar system

We're a tiny dot

Compared to the universe

Even that we're not



The universe compared to everything

Is nothing at all

Everything else

is also pretty small.



But then our universe

and everything else

could be part of the hair

of a massive big mouse!



When we look at some dust

We think that's so small

but in that dust

There could be microscopic *****



and in those *****

could be five million universes

and in one of those

a galaxy

a solar system

a planet

with people bullying others

Thinking they're so big!