Dear Ms. And Mr. Spotlight,
I don't really have a problem being
Background noise to the soundtrack
Of your happiness.
I wish someone would accompany me
In my journey;
Dropping beats and melodies,
Sprinkling a trail of trebles and bass
Along my life's story.
But don't overdo it.
I'm not afraid to put rests on your page.
A never ending silence,
That starts at a bar line.
How does silence crescendo?
X. Me
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mr. Nobody
PoëzieMr. Nobody is the feeling when you don't know what you're feeling; that sense of being outside of yourself. These are random letters to it and other Feelings. *MAY BE TRIGGERING*
