just when things seem like they're catching fire and burning your soul, a single speck of dust hits you in the face and makes you seem microscopic. in that single moment of anonymity, i realized that the snowflakes falling from the sky were parts of you that had been sliced up beautifully. they melted as they touched me and insignificance settled around everything like despair at a funeral. i picked up a piece and the world told me nothing mattered. the big ball of fire didn't matter, nor did the gigantic dust particles. none of us mattered.