I chuckle at the small mistakes that tend to make my days longer than what they seem
Although it’s not new to me, I guess it’s the human in me to have hope for the bigger things
Knowing that tomorrow’s still coming
And if I don’t let the eyes and the voices around me
But hear the leaves of springs trees falling in the mist of palm leaves moving,
Then I can hope for that bigger thing,
Which is that
Everything will be okay.
everything will come back to me.