you don't understand. you create my world just as easily as you knock it down. you are god and i am the earth, crumbling through your fingertips and transforming into something greater than myself. you create something from my nothing and still you take it away, and then you leave me with less than nothing and i am almost emptier than i was when i first met you but i am somehow more. i am so much more just for knowing you. i am the ground you stomp on, the soil that makes the plants grow tall. i am dust and rocks and full of bugs and worms. i am dirt, climbing up the roots of the plants you seed, lying here in tiny bits and pieces. and i face the beating sun, and let raindrops course through me, and i cling, desperately, to the delicate life you gave me.