I love small things
I love how the earth smells
When the fresh raindrops
Pierce down it’s throat
Absorbing and melting into the heat it carries within
I love how a stranger smiling at you
For no particular reason
Is reason enough to widen your smile
I love simple things
Like having a person up close
Who’s more interested in what’s in your mind
Rather than what’s in your pocket
I love what childhood meant to me
Chasing down airplanes
As I once wished I would fly them
Or fighting with my siblings and hurting them,
And wishing that I never had them
But that was a kid in me,
And it’s still there
Except for the fact that my siblings haven’t changed much,
Everything in my life
Seems to be doing pretty fine
Even though I miss them both, and there’s a third one who I got for free,
They all, still can be jerks
And I am wondering how instead of being a poem
It turned out to be a diary entry..
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