A blank piece of paper was placed near the kitchen sink. At some point, water will splatter, and the paper won't be the same again.
A plain wall that has yet to be painted. You are the pen. You are the brush. You are the paint that gives color to it. You are the stroke in control of what is going to be.
You are the control button.
The steering wheel.
The cursor.
Without you, life is just a word,
meaningless
or complicated.
Create a masterpiece at your desire
So let's start by telling me,
"How are you?''
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
