What am I?
A spec of dust in the infinite galaxy.A drop in that downreaching ocean. A wallflower among those blushing lilies. A mere fragrance in the blustery wind.
But will the galaxy hold it’s infinity without me? Or the ocean have it’s same depth? Will the blushing lilies stand a chance of being noticed? Or the winds hold that aroma?
I am the part of the infinite. An individual in the crowd! Having infinities within my soul which are yet to be explored, yet to be exposed!