I spun a whole world while I waited.
With loves, with losses.
With triumphs, with trials.
I wrote while I waited.
Wrote words, wrote sentences.
Wrote paragraphs, wrote stories.
I sang while I waited.
Sang of life, sang of light.
Sang of darkness, sang of death.
And thought, surely, it must be time now.
It had only been one minute.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Things
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about the moments that seem to last forever. The seconds that feel like hours. The abundance of thoughts that can occur within a single second. The races your thoughts seem to conduct in your head.
