Has made me feel so small. The number of words that go into each poem, times by a million, could drown me as a tsunami would.
It’s interesting, overwhelming. The words that pass my lips would never be able to amount to anything special, or so I feel.
I feel as if I am merely deluding myself that the words I say are important, that the words everyone else say are important.
Perhaps they aren’t. But that doesn’t stop the wave from crashing down upon us.