Growing up we saw the awful bungling in our books.
Our blood flowed as though it, and us, were a part of something bigger.
Secret truths signaled to us.
Our cousins drifted away like money.
We pass by each other in a vast forest.
We wonder about importance.
We grow small.
Smaller still is the stuff of the universe.
Your roommate gets lost and he hasn't paid his share of the rent.
Turns out the world is just a world.