Laurel Castillo "daze" 18
There is little room
in this new world
for little victories:
it seems so meaningless,
so easy to overlook
when the world Laurel
lives in
moves at a breakneck speed,
Speeding away fast enough
that acknowledgement of
the small things in life
seems impossible.
Being meticulous has its uses
and yet…
having an eye for detail
only has its uses
when it aids the big picture.
What's the point
of seeing the universe
with sharp, keen brightness
when it seems like
all that's seen is through
dazed doubt.
Why try when
all is naught but
a blip on a radar
no one has time to acknowledge?
(It's self-indulgent
to acknowledge these feelings aloud
but better
to work through them
than bottle it up
and become the next Shooting Star)
