We were never unimportant.
There were seconds stretched across a thousand years when we were the whole wide world and everything in it. Just crammed into the tiny, difficult space between our necks. I read somewhere that every six months or so all the atoms in our bodies are gradually replaced so that twice a year, we are technically brand new people. As unreliable as this theory or the forgotten source from which I recalled it may be, it is safe to say that six months ago,
we were very different people.
And yes, in our breviloquent entanglement, we were, I suppose, considerably relevant to the course of my tumultuous adolescence, and I imagine that our first perfect day all the way back when everything-was-always-ok was actually of cosmic significance. Although, of course, the only proof I have to back my claim is that I felt I had left our sad, mundane world and fallen fleetingly into a new one where everything was actually ok and made my head swoop until I was even less sure of my physical existance than usual.
But I think I am finally through.
All the worlds you involuntarily but turbulently transported me in and out of have collapsed, as they always would, into absolutely nothing at all,
and I am building new huge expansive worlds to navigate all on my own.
I discovered this song by accident today when I heard it playing in the background and thought, ooooh that sounds like the girl from The Science Of Sleep, and oh my goodness, it is!