Enjoying the little things
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Dear Younger Me,
If I could go back and change things I might,
to undo the wrongs and make them right.
But that's the thing, the very falslihood I used to believe,
It’s watching the crystal water stretch out until it touches the clear sky in North Carolina,
When the leaves rustle
And the bird sings
I don't need all the hustle and bustle
It's the little things.
The miniscule happenings of life
Like music notes through my ears they ring
We are black and white
Light and dark
Angels in halos
Of the conflicting sort
I am the black
Hiding in light's shadow
Wishing and waiting
for when I shine too
