Skylar Ryan-Grant

I looked at the vast expanse of water, perfect, monstrous and straight. And I looked at the few figures all around on this beach, and we couldn't see each other much more than that. Little shadows with great spaces in between. I felt how cold all these little bits of sand were under my feet, and thought of how many there were. I felt how I was in a city where no one knew me, and certainly no one loved me, and I thought about how that was all okay. I thought about the people I could be calling, or the music I could be putting on all to make me feel important, but I kept it silent. Because it's okay.

I am very little, and that's all, and I don't blame you for anything, and I don't blame me for anything, because that's all I can be. I can slice it as many ways as I want, but it all comes down to be the same--I am small. And I realize now that my heart is still very broken, and I realize now that I have no idea where I am going, but in my smallness maybe that isn't so much. In my smallness maybe that is all okay.