together in electric dreams

 I realized my smallness again the other day, while cuddling with Amanda. When our two figures could not even fill a bed, let alone a room or a house or a city in a state of a country in a world of histories and simultaneous actions and life. On my worst days I convince myself that I have never been touched because the electrons rotating the atoms of my cells are too chaotic to let me get hurt like that. On my best days I revel in the collision of two energy fields when I get to hold the hand of someone I love. Sometimes it is on the smallest level that the most profound connections are made. Lately, thats been a really big deal to me.