I’ve always thought being short kinda stank, that I always have to look up at people. But I’m not alone. Flowers have to look up at the sky, feet have to look up at hands. Even a step has to look up to the next step, and the last step has to look up at the ceiling. So although there may not be that many people my age as short as me, at least I’ve got my short inanimate objects.
Writing & Wanderlust