There is a time
and place
for everything.
You may not
feel like
the top of
a mountain now,
but that is
alright.
You can feel
like the dried line
on the inside
of your coffee cup.
You can feel
like the leftover
crumbs
on the floor.
You can even feel
like the rain must feel
on a day
the world wants sun,
but do not reduce yourself
to the cobwebs
in the corners
because you feel so.
For even if you don’t feel like
the first ray
of sunshine
in the morning,
or feel like
the comfiest cushion
on your mum’s
couch,
or even feel like
your favourite character
from your
favourite book,
remember that
you would not know
happiness
if you did not know
sadness.
There is a time
and place
for everything.
Do not worry if your’s
is not now.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
There is a time
and place
for everything.
You may not
feel like
the top of
a mountain now,
but that is
alright.
You can feel
like the dried line
on the inside
of your coffee cup.
You can feel
like the leftover
crumbs
on the floor.
You can even feel
like the rain must feel
on a day
the world wants sun,
but do not reduce yourself
to the cobwebs
in the corners
because you feel so.
For even if you don’t feel like
the first ray
of sunshine
in the morning,
or feel like
the comfiest cushion
on your mum’s
couch,
or even feel like
your favourite character
from your
favourite book,
remember that
you would not know
happiness
if you did not know
sadness.
There is a time
and place
for everything.
Do not worry if your’s
is not now.
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