Life is in the small things.

-Cogs-

It’s the sound of rain as hitting the roof when you’re inside

It’s the way he smiles more with one side of his mouth than the other

It’s the rabbit you only see for a second before it hides itself

It’s her hair, frizzy and wild and beautiful if only because it is hers

It’s the taste of cold pizza in the middle of the night

It’s an old toy that was never packed up or given away

It’s the scent of a day under the sweltering sun

It’s the way your breathing changes when you think about it

It’s the slightly off taste of non-sugar sweeteners

-Alicia-

It's the way the sun hits your face in just the right way so you feel like an angel

It's the way you hug someone a little longer trying to tell them you care

It's that one person absolutely anything, even if it's stupid

It's his voice, beautiful and tone deaf

It's the way the wind smells when there's nothing but sun in the sky

It's that person you can recognize by the back of their head in a crowd

It's that one chord on the piano that makes you shiver

It's the nights you stayed up past three AM just thinking

-Mr. D-

It's the laugh of every man, woman and child that feels completely your own.

It's the cry of the dying soldier and the newborn.

It's the sweet smell of a spring morning.

It's the bitter taste of a winter night.

It's the one kid who never gives up no matter how much he fails.

It's the perfectionist who fears failure but faces it nevertheless.

It's the misunderstood loser who can't seem to find her place in life.

It's the understanding friend who shows her where it truly is.

It's the memory of every life before this one.

It's the anticipation of all the lives we have left to live.

-Danielle-

It's the way we say good morning on summer days and mean it.

It's the way your kisses taste of rootbeer and juicyfruit.

It's the cringed faces after a war head.

It's the attempted recipes that are passed around in dsgust and with laugter.

It's the way you stare out the window at something beyond us on road trips.

It's the one inch of snow a year we get that sparks excitement in us all.

It's the way we rolled on the floor laughing at a joke that wasn't funny, which made it hilarious.

It's the way I lay my head in your lap while you spoke about your hopes and dreams.

It's the late afternoons going starry eyed.

It's the weekends we did nothing and absolutely everything

-Sana-

It's disbelief in the saying "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." It does kill you, but theres no one who noticed.

It's the way your heart wants to pop out of your chest when you think of someone.

It's the helplessness when the only two choices you have, are killing yourself or someone else.

It's being the girl who's always smiling to brighten up the days of people around her.

It's the sound of a heart tearing into pieces.

It's the satisfaction of writing about someone and you just can't stop.

It's the feeling of being guarded from the cruel world when you lie in your mother's lap.

It's the hope that I'm given by him which keeps me going.

It's the warmth of love from strangers.

It's when you lie to make them hate you.