Witness me.
All the parts that I'll allow
you to see.
Read me like a book.
Feel my spine as you hold it
in gentle finger tips.
Caress the edges of me
as you turn or scroll my pages.
Run fingers along my ink, cross font.
See my words.
See them for all the
meaning I put into them.
I am my work.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty in Restlessness
PoésieThese are the words within my mind that keep me up at night. Pieces of work that I wrote for my own comfort. However, if you relate, enjoy. Pick apart my work to find your own meanings. Do not search for meanings that are not your own. Find what my...
