Out of place.

Last weekend it really hit me.

As a steady rush of sea water planted my feet in the sand, mother earth clung on to me like a child. For the first time in a long time I felt wanted by something larger than my being.
As I scurried heart first towards the ocean, I remember how in that instant the cerulean air greeted me and I had wished to be swallowed whole. 

As I watched the sky etched in colours that stirred symphonies in my soul.
Like clockwork, the moon and the sun exchanged private glances
as they traded shifts giving Sunday it's first hint of dark.

Vast roads expand exponentially around me as I lay so comfortably still in familiarity. The world demands my thumping footsteps yet I am so small. I cannot picture leaving. I cannot imagine creeping up to life and rattling its bones with my delusions of grandeur.

What I'm trying to say is this: I am not only a speck, not only a dot but -I say this with love- I am molecular.

Though I long to be so much more.