Some nights you will feel like there are a thousand galaxies exploding in every inch of you and you are burning too bright to ever be looked at directly. And some nights you will feel impossibly small, like your whole body could slip through the spaces between atoms and never reappear in this world again. Some nights you will feel like a paper doll, carefully crafted and easily blown away, fragile, too delicate to ever be touched. And some nights you will feel like each cell in your body is made of the strength that holds the whole planet together and that is okay, because you are made of stardust and minuscule atoms and breakable bones and the building blocks of everything in the universe, and you are too alive to never feel anything more than human.
~ unknown ~