No Words
No words
I have nothing
An empty space, more vacuum than vessel
Only the rotational flushing of a dishwasher
And the ticking of a clock
Mind blank, devoid of thought
Falling
If I only had a typewriter
If I only had a typewriter
I’d write and write for hours
Each sentence would be perfect
If I only had a greenhouse
I'd
Brick by brick
Brick by brick, to build a house
That's what they say but it's not true
There's so much else to do
Step by step,
Then it becomes something you hadn't considered before
It floats on the edge of a place that you hadn't been to before
Sounds in your head that are proving
“I’m sorry, my darling.”
I knew what was coming, deep down it was going to happen but still, I just stood, taking it in. A question within, “Shouldn’t you leave now,