Fff

 I'm not that Rebel. Not that fiery hellcat redhead. Not small and mighty. Not fearless. Not argumentative and fighting the status quo. Not brave. I'm moving tentatively, which is also not me. I'm a sparrow, but colorful. I have wings and will spread them. I may be all the weak, watery-eyed side characters. The dull masses. But I will always matter. (How many of us are "I"?) How many of you here on earth now are also me? Long past the age of seven, aware that existence doesn't center on me. But all this Energy is pinpointed in me, primed to be seen through Chloe's eyes. To slant the view to be from my perception. My facet. My acute speck of infinitesimal understanding. One compound segment of the Eye. These lone evening hours: 10 epiphanies per second. Ok, I've put off the dishes long enough...