the little things

i joke that i have bad days and worse days. that nothing really matters anymore. this world is held in the hands of people who like to break things, so if nothing really matters, might as well give nothing meaning. live for the little things that don’t matter much at all in this broken world. that’s all that i’ve been telling myself lately. the little things the little things the little things.

smelling the perfume your mother used to wear when you were little on a passerby.  the curly-cues your little sister puts on her letters even though they don’t teach cursive anymore.   hot showers. pablo neruda’s 100 love sonnets. brightly colored hair. finding something you thought you lost.  a good night’s rest. flowers growing through cracks in the sidewalks. someone telling you their favorite color is the same as yours.  strangers smiling at you. taking off your shoes after a long day. the moon shining on your wall through the blinds of the window. flipping through old picture albums.  freshly washed hair. holding hands with someone you love. warm clothes out of the dryer. the fast ‘l-m-n-o-p’ part of the abc’s. almond blossoms by vincent van gogh. songs you get stuck in your head.  jokes that still make you laugh two years later. crinkled well worn paperbacks. earthworms on the pavement after it rains. your best friend’s crooked smile. new socks. knowing all the words to a song you hate but secretly love. the smell of your house after a long time away.  cheesy broccoli. balloons that have floated to the ceiling in stores. your favorite pair of jeans. a full tank of gas. crunchy leaves. cool shaped rocks. having your back scratched. passing a test you studied really hard for. skinned knees but getting back up anyways. 

the little things the little things the little things. 

-l