I am small.  A small fragment of your imagination.  I come in all forms of shapes and colours to customise your mood and shape.  I am a small wind.  A friction of light.  I am a small feeling that your heart has always desired.

I am so small, that sometimes I am forgotten.  I am the circutboard behind your chandelier.  Without Me there is no You.  Without Me, You are paralyzed.  You are disabled.  You are useless because You have no Me to fall back on.

I am so meaningless to You, that, You can never remember why I serve Your purpose.  I am so meaningless that ever second and drop of Your time and Your patience is counted towards my deed.  That every favour and every single deed that You decree upon me is etched into the palm of my hand.  Every bruise, every word, every fault and every breath I take – it is monitored.  I am so meaningless to You, because, You can never be at fault.  Of course it has to be me.

I am so small to You that even the deeds that I consider big, they could never match up to Yours.  I am so small that my humbleness is a blind attempt at showing humility to you.  I am so small to You that You cannot remember my existence anymore.

If I was so small to You, I ask myself “why was I so small to become ever close to You?”