just a dot on a campus full of people who don't sit with me at lunch and small snowflakes that fall to the ground and melt just like i do.
happiness is a conundrum. with it, i cannot feel content. when i am sad, i am myself again.
something has changed today - and it has made me small. it has shrunk me out of proportion down to my original size where i remember what i am.
i remember the way you look from down here. i remember the tall, garish dollhouse water fountains and too big tiles for my doll feet and exaggerated bows for my doll hair.
i am content with cracked surfaces. i slip into them and feel the warmth of the burning earth below us and i feel safe like drinking hot milk when it's snowing outside melting my insides.
i let you make me small. i let you make me insignificant. i like it here. i remember it here.
my memories waited for meΒ Β to return and lie in the melted lake.