(Alternative title: For when you say that you have nothing)
It can be so easy to notice the traffic,
The litter,
The almost black exhaust,
The cracks in the street that shake the never-ending Monday morning.
It can be so easy to notice these things first.
It can be so easy to stress about the mess,
The heartbreak,
The waiting nights,
The never appearing message that says that you didn't mess up.
It can be so easy to stress in these thoughts.
It can be so easy to forget the tragedy of the sky
That can somehow also be the sign of a new day.
That there are already people
Who have a piece of their hearts in their hands just for you.
It can be so easy to forget that
The glass does not have to be
Half full or half empty,
But instead refillable.
It can be so hard to realize
That some of the things in front of us
Have been ours for as long as we can remember.
It can be so hard to admit
That you are wrong when you say, "I have nothing."
