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The Little Things

"It's all about the little things in life." I say with little reserve. If they only knew The little thinsg in life are full moons and first kisses, good conversations and hot tea, the warm breeze that blows through thin jeans on an icy day, old photographs you thought were lost and rain and blankets just out of the dryer and long hikes and sunflowers... And me I am a little thing in life. and things are just objects They are broken by careless children. and lost in the mail and forgotten by past lovers and left on shelves to collect dust What do i matter? I'm just a thing. But i am a wild thing. I belong to noone... just myself No one will ever have the opportunity to break me. When i get lost i know where to find me. and a wild thing hardly holds still enough to collect dust. There's just me. and how little i eat, how little i rest, how little i'm worth, how little people know, and how little i am. After all.. "It is all about the little things in life."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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