White walled white washed everything bathed in nothing
Or everything
Can a feeling make somewhere look different
Strangely ?
Because I don't feel nothing
Which is all I see
But I wonder if
That's how people look at me
I look like nothing yet maybe
Their gut may tug
And they don't know why
Because they see nothing yet
They feel something
And so nothing is never really nothing is it?
Maybe after all
Nothing is everything.
And everything is just that.
YOU ARE READING
Shiny
PoetryI'm a lover of shiny things a dreamer of dreams. Enjoyer of rhyming things a cutter of strings. A lover of love and a lover of words, but in all reality... I'm just a girl.
