Little Sparks, Big Stories

I wake to a whisper—
a single thought, small as a sigh,
trembling like steam from my coffee cup.

In that quiet blink of a morning,
I see a cracked mug and hear its secret:
even broken things can hold magic.

Each tiny spark
grows, transforming a plain day
into a hidden adventure waiting to be told.

I remember how one fleeting moment—
a gentle laugh at my own reflection—
turned the ordinary into a bold promise.

Every thought is a seed,
nurtured by a heart that listens,
ready to blossom into a story uniquely mine.

So I hold onto these sparks,
letting them light up the dark corners
of my mind, crafting a life one thought at a time.