No question, no problem, no concern, is too big or too small for God to handle!
But I can’t manage to grow up and change shape. I’m still tiny, and staying that way, perhaps because I know the secret that everyone pretends to be unaware of, perhaps because I know that deep down we’re all tiny.
Consider every choice carefully, no matter how small, for it will affect the bigger decisions you make.
I forgot to sup
from his glass full of
mingled dread and rage
Now let me take
a small draught of solace
from my own little cup
full of predicaments!
From the poem- Draught
I crown you, small monarch of my bones,
I picture you four girls back when you were small. I hardly knew where you ended and the other ones started.
Life is one wood as much older you get as more smaller it becomes. Down under this wood there are one hole which is for dead and… the place on which you walk it’s called Life. When you lose steady you fall…, when you fall you die.
Want is small and will make you small. Want is needy and will make you needy.
It’s just that life felt the right size in there… not too big and not too small. Wasn’t so hard to work up a bit of courage. It’s got so bloody complicated since then.
I didn’t know what to say when someone’s given you a small free kiss in the dark …