little things
it all goes by the same now,
day after day, it’s become routine.
these walls surround me,
and i stay trapped between.
discontent, i come back to the present
beauty, i see it in the sunrise
every morning, i make a cup of coffee
lattes, to be exact.
foam floats on top of shots of espresso,
reminds me of better times.
the smell of cinnamon and vanilla rushes through me,
brings me back to now.
grey clouds cover the horizon,
slight beams of light peak through.
little by little, drops of rain fall
slowly in unison, they all fall.
some think of the rain as somber,
for me, it’s comforting.
a reminder that
even the sky gets sad sometimes.
the sound echoes through the room,
melodic as a symphony.
inspired, i grab a pencil.
mindlessly, my hands move about the page.
drawing, but for the sole reason of drawing
just for a moment, the heaviness fades away
these little things
small yet precious, they
keep me grounded.
in the middle of this isolated island
i’ll never forget,
it all comes back to the little things.
– anh lac
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Aside from writing, Anh is a visual artist who also loves dancing. She spends her free time collecting tiny plants and making macrons.
