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
Awesome. Awe-some. Inspiring of awe.
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
Can you feel its' touch?