easy

i don't know why
everything gets to me so much,
i mean all the little things,
the good
and the bad
little things.
i suppose the good
are supposed to be enjoyed
and many people cannot,
unless they're not little.
i can, with my whole little
heart.
but i'm also easily
saddened by the bad,
not so much
that it couldn't be balanced
with some good,
but enough
that they hurt
for the moment.
i guess i'm just
a little
easy.

it's not always
easy being easy
in a world of
little things.

(some easy writing

for a minute or two)