I Feel

Some days I feel as if there are a thousand galaxies exploding in every fiber of my being, and my light shines brighter then the sun. 

And other days I feel as though I am so small, my existence can slip between atoms and disappear forever not even a mere thought.

Sometimes I feel like the Mona Lisa, carefully crafted with delicate hands, beloved by all, fragile and could easily be torn apart; To delicate to be touched.

And sometimes I feel as if each cell in my body is made of the strength that bonds the planet together. And that is okay, because I am made of stardust and minuscules.

I am made of breakable bones, and every building block in the universe. And I am to alive to feel anything less than human.