I dreamt I was planet earth and everything on it.
Every street, every conversation,
every cheeseburger, every hair weave.
Everything, simultaneously.
It was equally depressing and beautiful.
The depression would have won out-and-out, but
I had one overriding thought.
It was about how great it was to be you.
How brilliant you actually are in person.
How lovely your thoughts are.
Why don’t you tell more people what you’re thinking?

Tiny Finger Point