I feel like yelling at someone to see if he/she might take one second from their busy lives to see what's wrong with someone other than themselves. In a way, I'm setting myself up for disappointment. People always have better things to do. It's not like I would necessarily stop for a stranger on the streets either.
That makes me mad at myself.
Really.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Small Things in Life
It's strange how much pleasure unexplained pleasure I get.
It's complicated how the joy overflows and suddenly jumping along with a sappy cartoon theme song doesn't seem stupid anymore.
It's intriguing how the smile magically appears on my face and soon I'm laughing without knowing why.
It's unusual the way my eyes light up and the sun is mysteriously able to penetrate the barrier of the curtains to brighten the room now.
It's astonishing when I find the perfect piece to connect my broken puzzle and I want to tell everyone on my street.
It's mind-blowing when the smallest things give me so much happiness
Makes me think insignificant the insignificant things really do make a difference
In my life
It's complicated how the joy overflows and suddenly jumping along with a sappy cartoon theme song doesn't seem stupid anymore.
It's intriguing how the smile magically appears on my face and soon I'm laughing without knowing why.
It's unusual the way my eyes light up and the sun is mysteriously able to penetrate the barrier of the curtains to brighten the room now.
It's astonishing when I find the perfect piece to connect my broken puzzle and I want to tell everyone on my street.
It's mind-blowing when the smallest things give me so much happiness
Makes me think insignificant the insignificant things really do make a difference
In my life
Friday, September 23, 2011
I
A small raindrop
Unnoticed by the busy people on the old streets with things to do and places to be
As a car splashes her into a puddle on a lawn
Not even the grass accepts her as she gradually blends in
A puddle of water
The citizens of a restless city hurry to attend meetings on time and find a faster way home
Since home is their relaxation
But she has no where to go as she is pushed around in the puddle
And an abundance of high heels and leather shoes carelessly step on her
They don't see the beauty water
Nor the power that one droplet possesses
She is only another easily conquered obstacle as the puddle gradually over flows onto the pavement
More people avoid her and walk elsewhere
She is only delaying them from catching the bus on time
No one sees that one droplet
No one cares
She cannot help but wonder why she has to be so insignificant
Why her single voice cannot draw the attention of a society that always has better things to do
And even when she's apart of a larger necessity
Everyone starts avoiding her like a rampant disease
Afraid
To get wet
No one ever knew how shallow the water really was.
Unnoticed by the busy people on the old streets with things to do and places to be
As a car splashes her into a puddle on a lawn
Not even the grass accepts her as she gradually blends in
A puddle of water
The citizens of a restless city hurry to attend meetings on time and find a faster way home
Since home is their relaxation
But she has no where to go as she is pushed around in the puddle
And an abundance of high heels and leather shoes carelessly step on her
They don't see the beauty water
Nor the power that one droplet possesses
She is only another easily conquered obstacle as the puddle gradually over flows onto the pavement
More people avoid her and walk elsewhere
She is only delaying them from catching the bus on time
No one sees that one droplet
No one cares
She cannot help but wonder why she has to be so insignificant
Why her single voice cannot draw the attention of a society that always has better things to do
And even when she's apart of a larger necessity
Everyone starts avoiding her like a rampant disease
Afraid
To get wet
No one ever knew how shallow the water really was.
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