I Know Very Little
I know very little.
I don't know a lot. Too be exact, I know very little. Sure, I understand math, science, and all the other basics. I may be able to read the Twilight series in 3 days. I may be able to write poetry, short stories, and essays. But I know very little. I don't know why stars exist. I don't know how to cook a pancake. I don't know what the atomic numbers are to the elements on a periodic table. I don't know when the world ends. I don't know how many thoughts I have in my head. And all of this is just the beginning.
I know how to smile, but not how I do it. I know there is a God, but I don't know how long he has existed. I know I love dinosaurs, but I don't know how they turned into turtles or an armidillo. I know I bleed, but I don't know what blood is made of. I know that I'm supposed to wish on a star, but I don't know why I wish to the moon instead. I don't know why I blow a kiss to it afterwards. I know why it rains, but I don't know if it is just water or angel tears. I know when it rains I'm supposed to hide, but I don't know why I stand in it. I don't know why I believe if a raindrop lands on your lips, it means that someone wishes to kiss you. I don't know why I have no enemies. I don't know why all my problems disappear when I'm in his arms, but I know I love him for than I have loved anyone or anything.
But there is one thing I'm fully sure about. Without a doubt, and that is.......I know very little.
Copyright © Ivy Tarver | Year Posted 2014
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