Thinking hard, but not about anything.
It’s called chocolate, but it’s really not.
Maybe beautiful, dark, and twisted isn’t so corrupted.
Maybe a blank canvas is exquisite.
The fact that Chick-Fil-A isn’t open on Sundays is a good thing.
And lets face it, a bad thing.
Maybe being clueless about things isn’t something that should be frowned upon.
Simple things and their complexity.
Is living life as someone you’re not, yet being happy with what you’ve become so terrible?
Contradictory things, that don’t make sense.
But do.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary." - Khalil Gibran
