She's there, he's there.
They're just over there, and those people there are over here.
Like minute particles, one wanders around the earth, drifting and drifting.
No matter how minute, these entities are undoubtedly consequential.
Small and large, one can land,
one can stay afloat - one cannot find a place to call home.
None of us are ever home.
We're all minute particles, just drifting and drifting.
I see you there, here, and everywhere,
just as I see dust fly around on my windowsill on a windy day.
But worry not - you're still consequential,
you can be different.
You're not all void of meaning.
By Angela Han
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