I’m sorry I lost my composure
It’s so much easier to type than it is to write
More attractive being strong, when the vulnerability is gone
But paper feels so much better on your fingertips
It’s a pencil’s kiss across indifferent lips
The way the graphite creates landscapes
Messed up by the eraser’s ways
Everyone should have a cup like this
It’s full, it’s empty, it’s giving in to drinking
Sweetness
Pretending we are not thinking
About everything and nothing and
All the things in between
I realized today that I know nothing
Drawing peaceful dreams
It’s better than knowing everything, -or anything
The plants, they call my name
Watering
Please, so they don’t have to ask
If a drought comes, they’ll make it passed
But the answers are always lingering away from
the questions that are never asked and answered
