Surprisingly, I found an old poem that isn’t about monsters and death.
I was once an ant.
Timid. Afraid.
Blindly rushing about with no purpose.
Then it happened.
I was once a stone.
Ignorant of my surroundings.
Achieving nothing.
Now…
Now I soar with the wind,
——and look down on the stars.
Now I stride across oceans,
——and mountains stand aside.
I am in love.