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I am afraid of so much.
Of getting older.
Of change.
Of moving on.
Of sleep.
Of school.
Of never finding love.
Of routine.
Of the fact that my friends probably don’t love me.
Of failure.
Of loss.
Of me.
My collection of fears has grown so large, that my brain has become a museum for them.
Stuffed to the brim.
But new fears continue to be added to my collection everyday.
I wonder to myself, in a whisper of thought, “Will I have enough space?”
Or will my brain overflow and explode.
That is my greatest fear.
Explosion.
Sometimes, when I feel the way I do, I like to think about the little things.
The little things that make life worth living.
(at least for a while)
Like the way blushes grow on human cheeks.
Little things like the sound that can be only heard when rain and laughter marry.
Like lighting a candle while you start a new book.
The perfect little notification you waited all day for.
The way making someone else laugh sits on your chest for a while.
The way blades of grass fit neatly between your toes
The completion of a simple task.
The sound a dog’s collar makes as it walks.
(it's the little things)
It's the tiniest of things too.
The three-feet-distance between the desks of two friends.
That one freckles that girl you barely speak to anymore, but still makes you laugh.
The glitter in someone’s eye that just never leaves.
The smallest possible paper crane that you made in class last Tuesday.
(it's the little things)
It's also the big things.
Like the first kiss you had that really mattered.
Like the letter you never thought you’d get.
Knowing that she’s okay, even if you aren’t. Not anymore.
It’s the realization that you understand. Even though it's a bit too late
But most of all it's the little things.