There's always one. Little thing. We see everyday, every week, we might not even think it. You don't have it forever though. It might take years to find or it may leave after some time. But there's nothing you can do but wait. Wait for a small little thing. One thing to make you forget the bad. A little piece of peace in the memories you tried to forget. Something to make you forgive, forget and move on. One place, one piece, one time that you'll hold onto for as long as your grip will last. Find your little thing and you'll be set. Done. Done searching for a reason to keep searching. It'll be a treasure, a dawn , a dusk. But who ever asked for more? Who would dare to keep looking after what they had already found? Because who wouldn't want more good, more things to cherish, more little things to make it big. But a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts.
