I write on black canvas
Cause the words look
And sound brighter
When they're this shimmery kind of grey
Like thaw in the morning sun
Glistening
Reflecting the hope
Each day brings
I like to think of my words
As stars
Up in the endless night-sky
Fireworks exploding
in foreign galaxies
but in the end my words
are like dust on the kitchen counter
misplaced and
easily to be swept away
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
sort of sorted chaos
Puisiwhen i was not sad, some thoughts made sense. probably only to me but they did eventually
