Little Things

I don’t wanna talk about the little things;
I have too many things to say
and not enough energy to say them

it seems so futile,
speaking in this hypothetical past present,
the tense of lost chances,
while these Groundhog Days days go on and on,
sticky and thick like syrup

I don’t want to talk about the little things,
so I hang on to shards of hope,
turning them over and over until my mind is smooth

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19 thoughts on “Little Things

    • I’m so happy you enjoyed it, Gina, and that it gave you something to chew on. I love to talk about the little things – in fact, it’s my favorite thing to do. I love learning about people and allowing myself to be known as well. I love to dive deep and share those thoughts. But sometimes, it feels like talking in circles, because nothing can be done to change a situation, and that makes me feel all sorts of things that I just don’t want to talk about, because it feels futile. And I even get angry because I don’t want to hope, I want to be angry! Lol. But I always hope. I know that no situation is actually futile. I know I won’t allow that. I hope that makes sense.

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      • hope is a funny thing Angela, it was the one evil that never escaped Pandora’s box. Hope for the wrong things can be so damaging as it can disappoint so deeply. I live with hope but am a realist most of the time and try to see the good as much as possible. you make perfect sense, i think you are a natural empath and are always looking for the bridges that connect and improve situations. sorry for the late reply. been a most busy week here. I enjoy getting to know more about your from these little “talks”, it reveals much about your beautiful personality.

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