For what it's worth,
you make me really happy.
Feels like I'm turning the page
of a chapter I've read one too many times,
onto a clean, blank, unwritten
smooth parchment paper.
A kind of
breath of fresh air -
breathing in
the hope of something new,
of something better,
of something more.
So many blanks waiting to be filled in.
So many lines waiting to overflow with never before told stories.
For what it's worth,
you make me really happy.
For what it's worth,
meeting you feels
fresh.
YOU ARE READING
»scatter-minded«
Poetrywe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
