just something i randomly came up with today I just ran my fingers through my hair, And it pulled out a bunch of strands. I just stubbed my toe on my desk, Minor inconvenience turned to an unbearable pang. Little things build up over time, Like grains of sand sifting in an hourglass. I'm going to cringe when I reread this poem, Another inconvenience to add to the mass. Oh well, I'll let myself off this once— For being so dramatic about a moment's incident. Paper cuts making my fingers *leak*, Blood on everyone's shirts and hands. Excuse me for taking a drop so seriously, Excuse me for bringing it up. It's true, minor inconveniences can build, Like sand when time has run out, on the bottom of the glass. It may be just an inconvenience to you, But for us it's a discussion that must be had.