Who am I to disturb the universe?
With words of affirmation, words that hurt, words formed in pretty little sentences to make people feel.
Feel something.
Anything for just a brief moment.
As long as it isn’t apathy.
Who am I to dare to change the unchangeable. To try over and over and over again to make the sick healthy and the guilty innocent.
Who am I to stand up and say “I hear you. Let me help you.”? Even when the response is usually a four letter word or crude gesture? Even if it pulls me from my cares and my needs.
Who am I?
I am me.
Yes, I do dare disturb the universe. Even if just for a few moments for a cup of coffee.