I woke up today
I was birthed into the world from the haze of a dream I can no longer remember
I got up today
I untangled myself from the folds of a makeshift womb and went out to greet the world on shaky legs
I held myself up today
I became the Atlas in my dreams, and did not cave under the pressure of a smile
I did all the little things today
Tiny, mundane things most breathe into their day
Tiny, inconsequential things that don't matter in the grand scheme of life
but they matter to me
