Nothing happened yesterday.
Years seemed to go by as we have waited for something.
Not knowing what we were waiting for, just waiting.
Waiting for the world to go by on it's rounds of day and night.
Waiting for excitement.
Waiting for people.
Waiting for things.
Just waiting.
Today nothing will stand still.
Our heads are racing.
Our hearts pounding.
Events going past at miles per second.
I can't keep up.
I'm running as fast as I'm able,
and still so far behind.
Why did everything have to happen today?
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.
