a drop of water in the sea a grain of sand on the beach a blade of grass in the meadow you and me, in this world. a strand of hair in a head of luscious curls a thread of fabric from a t-shirt a pinch of salt in the ocean you and me, in this world. a note of music in a song a petal of a flower in the park a second in a day of dozens of hours you and me, in this world. we are all incomplete complete, yet lacking in a sense so oblique one is nothing without the other, and all together they are everything. piece by piece the universe is made with everything being a part of something bigger like pieces of a puzzle, these gently fit, and hence form the bigger picture. these small things are made for greatness after all, without one right brick, the highest castles may collapse and everyone’s purpose of existence is bigger than they’ll ever know, it is us, these pieces who, little by little, make the greatest puzzles.