sometimes, they’re just beaten into submission
and we assume their lifelessness is actually death
when in fact, they’re just cowering out of fear
hoping that no one will notice them
but then they wither away because they were not noticed.
sometimes, we find that the smallest things have the greatest impact
but fail to notice that the small things were actually the big things
but we were too distracted to notice.
sometimes, life happens while we’re making other plans
sometimes, death happens while we’re making other plans
sometimes…we over-think life while forgetting to live