Inspired by yesterday's prompt 'bead'.
We don't always take time for the little things. Based on a real life event.
Take a moment to grasp on to the moment that makes you feel more real and genuine than anything in this world has.
sometimes in the process of overthinking, getting purposely sad, i hide away the little things that give me happiness
My first attempt at reverse poetry. It’s not quite a clear cut reverse poem as your typical reverse poems are, but it was still fun to write.
We all have those little things that we fall in love with.
A small poem on it.
Take a moment and breath and remember today what is worth being human. (IF YOU READ THIS PLEASE COMMENT!!! WHAT YOUR " FAVOURITE LITTLE THING IN LIFE IS" )
Life can get really crazy, but it's the little things keeping us together.
What is more important, a moment of glory or the patient wait for it? 🧐
Thank you for being such a wonderful community, Commaful. I look forward to 2017 with you!
The last bell on Friday Falling asleep to the sound of rain
Are things ever little? We sometimes don’t realise how big something is until it’s too late.
Up to four, and really happy with how writing has started to help me feel better about things :)
We don't always take time for the little things. Based on a real life event.
Take a moment to grasp on to the moment that makes you feel more real and genuine than anything in this world has.
sometimes in the process of overthinking, getting purposely sad, i hide away the little things that give me happiness
My first attempt at reverse poetry. It’s not quite a clear cut reverse poem as your typical reverse poems are, but it was still fun to write.
We all have those little things that we fall in love with.
A small poem on it.
Take a moment and breath and remember today what is worth being human. (IF YOU READ THIS PLEASE COMMENT!!! WHAT YOUR " FAVOURITE LITTLE THING IN LIFE IS" )
Life can get really crazy, but it's the little things keeping us together.
What is more important, a moment of glory or the patient wait for it? 🧐
Thank you for being such a wonderful community, Commaful. I look forward to 2017 with you!
The last bell on Friday Falling asleep to the sound of rain
Are things ever little? We sometimes don’t realise how big something is until it’s too late.
Up to four, and really happy with how writing has started to help me feel better about things :)