The Tiniest of Words

So I’m penciling in my memories, trying to capture it all,
so my world fits into a nice little storybook.
A drink of creative poison cannot measure nor depict the mathematics of the soul,
the hundreds of millions of thoughts passing through my mind each day,
like little sparks following each other, they hold only a part of me….
they will never be able to capture all of my emotions, sensations, thoughts and dreams….
I’m only a tiny word in dictionary of life yet…
The tiniest of words can fracture the universe.