A contrast between external insignificance and internal emotional vastness.
I look at my hands, so small and slight, just one face in a crowded, rushing room. I am a quiet footprint in the dust, easily swept away, a brief, passing second in someone else's busy day. Sometimes I feel like a flickering match— so easy to blow out, so simple to miss. But inside this fragile, quiet frame, my heart is a heavy, wide-open door. It keeps a fire burning through the night just in case you need a place to warm your hands. It is a shelter with room for everything you carry, a small chest holding an entire ocean of endless, unconditional care. I am so tiny, yet I have enough space inside me to love you forever.
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