Sometimes

Sometimes

I look out into the city

And I feel so immensely small

I think about all the stories left

To be told

I think about all the unheard
Teardrops

All the shoulderless cries

I see a husband
Fighting with his wife

I envision a teenager crying in her loneliness

I see a girl
Sitting in the middle of her room
Amidst all the mess

But I also see cuddles before an open fire

I hear whispers

I hear laughter

I look out into the city and

Although my world

Is

MY ENTIRE WORLD

It just really makes me see

That it’s so very little

In the grand scheme of things

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10 Comments Add yours

  1. Yes!!! And love that dress btw

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    1. Awe thank you ❤️❤️❤️ your so sweet

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      1. Absolutely, thank you! ✨✨🎉🕊

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  2. Brian says:

    Solid writing, wonderfully expressed. – B

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

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      1. Brian says:

        You’re most welcome. 🙂

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