The Butterfly Effect

the small things,
the minute things,
the dismissible things,
the seemingly insignificant nuances that punctuate our lives;
these are the things,
so desperately desired,
so genuinely shared,
so obviously disregarded.
Isolated?
Unrelated?
or not particularly set in our flawed concept of patterns?
there… these things thrive,
they bloom,
they blossom,
they rise and gather,
until they erupt into other small things,
the minute things,
the dismissible things,
the seemingly insignificant nuances that punctuate our lives;
and ergo… shape our lives!

Musing out loud
AmarePoeta