How is it possible
To want to be so big and so small
At the same time?
To be so large that I encompass the world
And so small the world never sees me
How is it possible that I want my heart to be so big
But it’s always three sizes too small?
Or one size too large?
I fear by writing an explanation it will succeed the length of the poem itself. It was created at that timeless hour when I can still see light long after the sun has set, and perhaps also after watching a sad movie. Melancholy is a creative force like no other.