i can’t be this optimistic.
i don’t know why i’m holding on.
as to what i’m holding on to, it’s just about every little thing.
the little things count so much, we all understand that.
sometimes, i get an overwhelmingly big piece of the cake; grand gestures they call ‘em. sometimes.
but the little things do it.
i unfortunately pay too much attention to the littlest detail. too much for my own good, i feel.
i just can’t figure out why i keep replaying those little things over and over in my head, why i give to them so much value, why i can’t get enough of them, why i hold on.
oh, universe, make up your mind.
