crashlanding [poetry]

identity.

despondency is knowing
that i am not unique
that somewhere

someone who looks like me

acts like me
talks like me
laughs like me
walks around at the other end of the world
living her life
with the same problems and struggles
that i stretch into words like dough

"no two people are exactly the same,"
sure,
but they can come pretty damn close.

and i am a speck

a single, insignificant speck
in this ever-changing universe

where billions of people go through the same things i do every day
an environment
where it's up to you
to pick yourself up
when you fall down

and i
will never have a gasping hope
to make an impact on this world
unless i write
what i think and

what i feel

so i write