these many little bites

I’ve stopped counting the number of mosquito bites on my body. If I close my eyes in a rare moment of quiet, alone in my little room in this bustling border town, I can feel the individual fires burning on my body, pricks and reminders of the ecosystem that I’m a part of. Each bite, a meal; I am sustenance for another organism. I guess I could spin this into some kind of big romantic realization filled with all kinds of purple prose, but I’ll leave it at this:

Whenever you’re feeling a little useless, a little hopeless, remember:

Your veins course with life, not just for yourself. You are fertile ground. You are a part of many living things. Generations of mosquitos family lines have continued becuase of your offering. You are a giver of life. You are life itself. So let the little fires burn. As with all else, this too shall pass.