Take the small thingsMature

I am very tired
mostly of myself
of the things I never say
the things I'll never say.
How easy it is for me
to fall in love with simple moments
moments buried in last minute decisions
and late nights
in dark rooms
moments buried in enterprises of rubble
burnt with stories to tell
moments written along melting skylines
cast over lit up mountains
moments that you hear in laughter,
uncontrollable, pure joy
Perhaps it takes cracking China
and springs of fire burning throats
to appreciate these simple moments
understanding,
that they are not, in fact,
simple.

The End

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