There was a dragonfly on my windowsill today, it was quiet and slightly timid, especially in the dark when the stars didn’t come like they normally did.
It was a dark red and reminded me of the socks you wore on graduation night... probably an odd memory: connections with knotted endings and paper with crinkled corners.
The small dragonfly didn’t like when I blew gently on its pink-shaded, transparent wings and decided in a split second to lift its fragile body and take flight into the pitch black night, slightly off center and tumbled sideways in the breeze.
It was that invincible moment when I realized I’m not just somebody, I don’t have to be just someone.
We are all much more than that. When you see those things you can never take that feeling away... we are more than we let ourselves believe; we underestimate each other, the stars, the hope in this place. There is more than we let on, and yet we don’t.
We are never just nobody, how could I have missed that before?