And I could explore
and understand
worlds of different times
and far off lands
and dimensions
and I understood
its people
better than they themselves
did.
Yet I barely knew
my own world
and the nature
and science
it possess
nor could I understand
the person I
should know best.
I barely understood myself.
YOU ARE READING
Little Black Notebook
PoetryDrowning in this incomprehensible, nonsensical darkness that tries to take over me, I release my filtered thoughts upon paper in an attempt to be set free.
