It’s about the weight of insignificance, the feeling of being a mere speck in the grand scheme of things. It’s about the journey, the tracks stretching into the distance, leading to an uncertain destination that we call home. It’s about fading away, blurring into the background, leaving behind a hollow space that once held laughter and warmth.

It’s about the longing for light and love, the desperate gasp for air in a world that feels suffocating. It’s about the struggle to hold onto words, to poetry, to meaning, as they slip through our fingers like sand. It’s about the ache for connection, for touch, for the simple existence of being seen and heard.

It’s about the collective experience of smallness, of yearning, of love and loss. It’s about the human condition, the shared emotions and desires that bind us all together in our smallness. It’s about the ache of being alive, of longing for something more, for something that makes us feel bigger than the sum of our parts.

It’s about you, me, them, all of us, in our smallness and our vastness, in our shared journey towards an uncertain destination called home.

© Beatriz Esmer