YWP

When the world is at its darkest days,

Turn the light on.

When someone is lost,

Find them

Hold them

And assure them

There’s this new feeling

It’s a very different feeling

But it’s a good feeling

I thought I had this figured out

But like Icarus with the sun

I still had no idea what would be done

“Why do the small things matter to you?”

I’ve never been asked this question, 

but I’ve thought about it numerous times. 

Why do they? 

When a name is said

It echoes

Dreary and sad

I'd rather not have a name

So I cannot be defined

Or have a name

That remains unknown

To thoughts and words surround

I try to notice things others wouldn’t,

but sometimes it’s as hard as finding a certain star

in the night sky full of millions that reflect like a mirror.

Although, for all the small things I take note of,